The CLASH between them had left her in a bit of a TWIST. She hadn’t meant to be quite so FUSSY, but you know how sometimes the DROSS of a relationship just gets to you until you can’t take it anymore? Well, that was what had happened over the weekend. Next time, she would try not to PRESS quite so hard about minor matters.

Georg’ann

Driving on curvy roads
fall color just beginning.
We talked of GRIEF, stopped
for ice CREAM. Remembering
the day we picked up the ashes
two eagles flew over, their white
tails bright like sun on the river
by where we stood in that early stage.
Last winter death became
an unwelcome TREND. Too many.
Hands intertwine now, gentle PRESS.

Heather