#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

May Tree

A muskrat, two geese on the river, two in the air. The two on the river come over and try to bully me and Charlie. We ignore them and they go away. It’s wonderfully warm and bright. I have to get inside to get a poem ready for workshop. Which I do. Workshop tonight too. Wave comes home and isn’t feeling well. In the late afternoon I work on a revision of a different poem. Not sure about it. I make meatballs for Wave but he doesn’t eat them. All the hardwood trees are so happy.