We shall have a FEAST and I am delighted to share my FLASK of homemade elderberry wine

Georg’ann

TWINE secured a scrap of faded copper colored satin,
forming a POUCH around a still warm sourdough boule
Walking together we DALLY along Swan Pond
Watching turtles swim slowly
disappearing under the green-brown surface, heads re-emerge,
movement barely perceptible
a different sort of meditation
than the one that comes from watching birds
Wind blows across the water’s surface
The pattern reminds me of textured GLASS
Under the rough hewn gazebo
surrounded by peonies in various states of bloom and spent,
I offer my bread, you present your FLASK

Heather