There was a GREAT and delightful SOUND coming from the bushes- a FINCH, a sparrow, and a wren were singing loudly. Beautiful, hopeful sounds of spring. I continued my walk down the sidewalk, pausing just a moment, to enjoy the birds. But as we know, spring weather is fickle, and the wind began to pick up. My hair was tossed about, becoming simultaneously all KINKY and sticking out in many directions. I felt a chill from my head, down to my little PINKY toes. Oh, please tell me that is not snow coming down?!? Yet the birds continue, unfazed by the change.

Georg’ann

Inside my head thoughts fall, each like an ACORN hitting the roof.
Solid plunk followed by a quick skitter.
Mostly in the stillness of NIGHT.
In the morning they are gone,
as if stolen by a FIEND.
By now I should have learned to gather them when they land,
seal them in VINYL casing
lest the harvest goes to waste
as the sun turns the sky a PINKY coral

Heather