Day nine and I’m still drafting daily. These process posts are going to stop though because it seems that my process is not that intricate. I think of something , maybe an image, ruminate, tell myself I can’t do it, then try anyway until it’s done. Today’s poem was a big revision of a failed draft from April. I lopped off the last half where it went wrong and tried something else. I think it’s better, but am not sure it is the whole poem. I will check it again in a week or two and see if I have any more. The photo is of snow on pampas gras. When I know why I took the photo, I may write about it.