HEAVE-ho, we plunge ahead 
No QUEST too big
No goal too lofty
Let us cut the deck
play POKER with these 
men who think they are gods
Let’s EDIFY them, show our worth  
and challenge their pretense

Georg’ann

Grasping life, I MOURN. 
Grief limns the ordinary
with golden halo, almost neon. 
The way the sun lit the clouds
last week at sunset while we
laid under the swings, reveling 
in nature, backs on astroturf. 
Sweet and SPICE, our time.
Commingling spectrums EDIFY.
Sharpened sensibilities softening.
Softening all my hard edges,
Highlighting what matters 
like the warm glow of sunset. 

Heather