A RAVEN sits high above us,
the naked white branch
like a RISER on a stage
Its raucous call may REPEL some
But we see you, storyteller of old
We REBEL and ignore passersby
For your caws and clacks
intrigue and invite
Can you tell us what is coming?
Predict or point a way forward?
We wait, like acolytes at the feet of an elder

Georg’ann

TAUPE linen pulled taut
embroidery ring enclosing
BRIEF dashes of bright color
each woman made her mark
stitching until the fire was nothing
more than an EMBER.
REBEL artists subverting
patterns of productivity
in and out the needles
plunge through the surface
deep breathes moving life along

Heather