A RURAL hideaway,
A FAVOR to my soul
TRADE my easy urban walking
For paths through GRAIN
Waving tall GRASS
A chance to GRASP
And savor the Earth

Georg’ann

She opened the blinds,
I moved my chair.
Together we watched the sun
limn a grey CLOUD with golden neon light.
How quickly the sky changes.
The TIMER went off, soup was served.
Like the sun, this soup infused
my grey spirit with bright light.

Depicting this week on a GRAPH
would have the wild, irregular spikes
of an A-fib EKG. Heart fluctuates.
Everything a metaphor to GRASP.
Into the stillness of our supper,
a mouse darted across the floor.

Heather