Stand at the stove and SCALD the milk
FRESH bottle of vanilla, brown bottle
Stands out against MOSSY green walls
A BOSSY voice from the radio urges “Buy now”
I am mesmerized by the stream of white liquid
I clasp the mug, eager to raise to my lips the
Fragrant steaming hot milk

Georg’ann

Taking a different ROUTE.
SOLID determination to see
from a different perspective.
Or perhaps an invitation
to see again what familiarity
has made invisible.

Within the beech tree roots
many MOSSY rocks, interplays
of bright green and grey.
High in the branches a bird
seems annoyed by something,
squawking in a BOSSY tone.

Further along a quarter sized geode
glitters in the dark,
hard path. Coming home
your sleeping face so peaceful.

Heather