On the OUTER edge of the town, she took a moment to RELAX and linger over a CREPE. The tearoom was charming, just the kind of place you expect to find anywhere with “SHIRE” in the name. Indeed, she felt a little like a traitor to tradition, having something French instead of a good English scone with local butter and clotted cream. Guilty as charged, she thought with a smile, licking some chocolate hazelnut spread off her fingers. Focused on what was in front of her, it took a moment before she realized that she was hearing what sounded like a DIRGE. It seemed to be coming from not too far away. Catching the server’s eye, she motioned her over. This simple act was about to change the trajectory of not just Christina’s vacation but also a significant part of the next two years.

Georg’ann

Give EXTRA attention
color and form COVER
bare dirt canvas.
My favorite moment-
peachy pink columbine
with buttery centers rise
behind the speckled leaves
and periwinkle blues
of the Jack Frost Brunnera.
Soon rain will RINSE
stepping stones, tuck in
the newly planted.
Alleluia praise song rises
only from today’s DIRGE.

Heather