As a child, I loved to DANCE outside on a WINDY day – lush grass beneath my bare feet, my hair whipping around in the wind.

Georg’ann

Standing at the counter chopping
Bountiful colors, so many vegetables
beets STAIN my fingers
in one of my favorite hues
A pile of herbs to MINCE,
The kitchen smells fresh, earthy.
the VINYL floor covered in bouncing rainbows
from window hanging prisms
I can imagine myself an elderly NINNY
Puttering in a great straw hat
Will my hair fly in wisps below,
Or be kept carefully contained?
These silly thoughts entertain
as I move the knife up and down,
occasionally looking out at the WINDY day.

Heather