TWICE over, I was lucky. Once, as I did manage to CREEP along the edge of the swollen stream without falling in and collect handfuls of CRESS. And then again, I manage to slip back inside, avoiding the boards that CREAK. I was in and out of the cabin before anyone was the wiser. I put the tender, bitter greens away and poured my first cup of coffee. I felt quite pleased with my little triumph, as surely as a cat that has discovered a bit of CREAM in its saucer.
Georg’ann

Neighbors and friends gather
in this artsy barn for MOVIE night. 
Buttery popcorn in little bags. 
Man plays a piano prelude
under an AMBER light. 
My aunt, the grand dame, 
sits in a puffy CREAM 
pleather chair that swivels. 
The rest of us on folding chairs. 
Her laugh mixes with rustling
of paper, crinkle of cellophane, 
twisting lid of a metal thermos. 
Under the propane heater, 
it’s that throaty sound that warms. 

Heather