An explosion of green outside
As if a giant BEAST stood above
Sprinkling POUND after pound
Of green and purple dust everywhere
And then got all WINKY and coy
All of nature smiles and flirts in reply
Even the littlest FINCH seems gleeful

Georg’ann

From under a lemon tree,
you gazed at the LUNAR path
reflected on the sea, MINTY
scent filled the cool hill town air.
In all the years SINCE, you still
imagine walking on moonbeams.

Even now as you PINCH
the pie dough, and note
the FINCH feeder needs filled,
you are drawn elsewhere.

Heather