She had to LEARN how to ignore the CROWD. The pressure was on, more than usual. The last game she had allowed the taunts and jeers to distract her. God, how they echoed in the gym and got under her skin.
But her coach wanted PROOF that she wasn’t some weak FROSH, that she could handle the pressure. She glanced at her watch – she had some time to kill before she had to be at the gym and suit up. She was ready to go, why not take a walk? Throwing on her coat, she grabbed a hat and scarf. Stepping out and feeling the cold air was a good jolt to her body. It always cleared her head to move – part of why she loved playing basketball so much. Settling into a brisk pace, she started walking, hearing the crunch of her boots on the grass rimmed with FROST, beginning to whistle a cheery tune. Her spirits lifted, “I’ve got this,” she thought

Georg’ann

In the chilly twilight, costumed children
zig zag across the dark street
going door to door asking for sweets
we wait on the porch, chatting
A PAUSE in the parade
allows a moment to enjoy MOIST apple cake
with warm caramel sauce.
Up through the decorations comes a GHOST
threatening tricks if no treats.
The bustling neighborhood will soon quiet,
FROST will sparkle in the morning light
signaling new seasons to come.

Heather