A QUEST!
I LEAVE behind
AMORE, patria.
I search for new Love,
A new homeland.
Under dark skies
An AMBER moon,
My search begins.
I pray that my gains
Will temper my losses.

Georg’ann

Sitting in the well known place at the table, window to the left
Daylight pale coming through
Holding my coffee cup,
mine
only used by me
Only once a day
Only for creamy froth and bitter dark roast coffee

STEAM rises into the chilly kitchen air,
old house with drafts and microclimates throughout.
Not yet the heat from furnace, cooking, breath in conversation

Outside the last kale stock reminds me of a palm tree.
Tall, few leaves just at the top, crinkled deep purple green
All summer put into soups,
Nourish MAKER no longer
she is dying in the season
I most need her

Sunlight has risen higher now
Greeting the stained glass, casting AMBER and indigo
onto the warm brown cabinet.
Ambient sounds of the Tuesday trash trucks, voices in the alley.
Morning prayer comes to a close

Heather