I awake to a travel advisory –
a SNOWY morning, I see
as I STARE out. The chill air
hits my body, as out of
bed I jump, knowing that
it is Sunday, pancake day!
Birds cluster at snow-capped
feeders while I SHAVE little
bits of apple into a bowl.
No SLAVE to routine, just
variations on a theme.
Every Sunday, a different kind:
blueberry, banana, pear –
whatever is to hand –
buttermilk, buckwheat,
whole wheat, cornmeal.
In winter, spring, summer, or fall,
every week without fail –
all is permitted, and all are
presented with a SUAVE
and flirtatious flourish:
for you, my love!
Every Sunday, a Valentine.

Georg’ann

Snow once again lends her GRACE
changing the SHAPE of my view.
What was STALE, transformed.
Will I engage this white canvas?
Gleefully make angels,
SNAKE a stick through the fluff
patterning and repatterning.
Sculpt a person, give them life
with a SUAVE scarf. Then
come in for cocoa or stay inside
shushing the child within.

Heather