Delicate LEMON yellow flowers dance above brown leaves and old mulch. It’s a SCENE I relish every spring, eagerly watching from the watery PANED windows of our old house. A woodland garden UNDER our beloved linden trees.

Georg’ann

Crystallized, the HONEY no longer pours
the rich amber liquid has paled
into golden clusters, white at the edges.
Yet we keep the jar
resting on the bottom shelf, hands passing over her multiple times a day
in the reach for NICER pantry choices.
At this stage is it SANER to toss the remainder or commit to finishing?
I’m not ready to let her go,
she still belongs UNDER the long line of dry goods,
a golden reflection on what is worth keeping,
what is ready to be let go.

Heather