In a PLAIN winter landscape
Birds hop and scratch in the leaves
Under the EAVES linger MAUVE petals
Soft hues against harsh browns and grays

Georg’ann

Two forks, one last piece of pie.
We SHARE it right out of the pan.
Politely try to evenly GAUGE
distributions of nuts suspended
in caramel and oh so flaky crust.

Silver tines linger
between your MAUVE lips.
I have my last taste there.

Heather