#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Crocus

. . . I have no theory of radiance,

                but after rain evaporates

off pine needles, the needles glisten.

In the courtyard, we spot the rising shell of a moon,

and, at the equinox, bathe in its gleam. . .

~ From “At the Equinox,” Arthur Sze

Chippie didn’t sleep through. A little sick, in fact. But fine today. This early rising is helping me focus on my manuscript. More tweaking today. First, I sent out my weekly blog. March rain. I am almost ready to send out the manuscript. Tuesday’s the plan. House quiet without Wave.