It was VITAL that
We ROUND up the SHEEP
We can can refresh with a bit of BOOZE after

Georg’ann

In a pool of SWEAT
We BROKE the BIOME
Might as well hit the BOOZE

Heather

On a QUEST,
TIMID, yet determined,
I begin the ritual:
TIBIA of a wolf, tooth of a bear,
Chant the words and beware!

Georg’ann

There was little WASTE
THANK you
For the recovery soup
Broken TIBIA will soon be healed.

Heather

It was ROUGH
Going through the MOATS.
I fell on my BOOTY
And felt pretty POTTY
And definitely not LOFTY

Georg’ann

I ran out of STEAM
The route was TOUGH
I thought, what’s the POINT
Must have been DOTTY to attempt
Really kicked my BOOTY
Ride was JOLTY
Failed the pursuit
‘Twas too LOFTY

Heather

Mais oui! Perhaps more than bon:
It was GREAT
It was STEEP
It was the THEME 
Climb every mountain!! 

Georg’ann

The air was MOIST, cool droplets settled on my cheeks. Nature provided the THEME: coastal wandering at dawn.

Heather

A FEAST laid before us
By a DEMON
Despite its HERBY aroma
We were LEERY 
Of taking the first bite!

Georg’ann

Attempts to RAISE our spirits 
Rented a scooter, as was the new TREND. Egads the controls were QUEER. Landed us in the EMERG, WHERE we waited, waited, waited.
To ride again we are LEERY

Heather

Who is that?
She looks FRAIL.
Is she about to CHOKE? 
Oh! I hear “WHOOT!” like an owl, 
Followed by “WHOOP!” like a crane,
And a sassy shake of her head, a flap of her scarf like wings, and away she flies

Georg’ann

A dollop of CREAM
Softens the STING
All the difference 
Whether you WOULD 
WHOOP approval 
Or whisper in pain
Upon choosing the 
chili heat of locals 
who prepare the dish  

Heather

GRATE a fresh nutmeg
Scoop THREE handfuls rose petals
Tuck them into the winding sheet 
And MITER the corners carefully round the head and feet
Prepare the tomb,
INTER the body
Pray for the dead 

Georg’ann

He AROSE, still TIRED. 
Grief exhausts like no ITHER
Though it had been months, it seemed only a moment since he’d had to INTER his beloved.

Heather

The FEAST sprawls across the table
“What are these odd ROUND and LUMPY bits? They sully my repast! 
Into the GULLY they shall be blast!” 

Georg’ann

RAISE a glass
Allow the full bodied red to rest in your MOUTH for a moment. 
We are LUCKY, as if this moment came up from the wishing well, bucket rising with the PULLY. Childhood had too many who chose to BULLY. This picnic, here in the woods with you, washes all that down the fern lined GULLY.  

Heather

Bunnies in the FIELD
Hopping ABOUT on the RACKS
“Don’t CRAMP our style,” they seem to say
I bow to their CHARM, and step away

Georg’ann

Into the opening in the beech tree, the bunny called out “ARISE, it’s time for the PARTY.” Out popped another dapper creature carrying a cheese BOARD. They began to saunter towards a bramble, arm in arm. “Oh what delights and CHARM await us this afternoon.”

Heather

With nary a TRACE of good sense, oblivious to danger, my head full of QUIPS, bon mots, and daydreams,I wander down the trail, in the thick HUMID day, searching for FUNGI and signs of the fairies and gnomes of the woods.

Georg’ann

Next to an opening at the base of a beech tree, I saw a SHAPE. It was not a MOUND, it were a brown BUNNY standing upright, wearing an elegant creamy brown & grey TUNIC, and looking rather like a massive FUNGI itself.

Heather

A woeful choice:
To select a PIECE of paper,
Finding only TAXES and despair
Shuffling through reams, 
I STREW dust MOTES. 
I fear the ONSET of despair

Georg’ann

She carried herself with POISE
Gave no hint of the OMENS
seen in tea leaves
ONSET cannot be reversed 

Heather

I TRUST in the rightness of nature.
From the song of the WHALE, 
To the CHEEP of the tiny wren, 
let me walk not as the CHIEF of all, 
but as a humble human learning as I go

Georg’ann

Beautiful BEAST I adore
constant CHORE, 
the fur & feeding
Tickles my CHEEK with her whiskers
Warm weighted motor 
idles on my chest
All hail the sweet 
CHIEF of this tribe

Heather

To SWEAR
To be AGILE
To wear a BADGE

Nothing prepared her for the difficulty of using a GAUGE on the GAUZE

Georg’ann