|
Deborah P. Kolodji, US
Evening
Stroll
Warmer,
these recent nights
as the night jasmine blooms—
a world perfumed with spring, our hearts
so young.
For All
Seasons
spring smiles
in this photo
from all those years ago—
our toasts today with new snow in
our hair
Birthday
Lunch
They say
I look younger
than my actual age
(The waiters all smile, waiting for
my tip.)
|
|
Hortensia Anderson, US
Melissa
As if
in sweet, deep dreams
of orange—flower
groves,
sunlight pours through golden jars of
honey.
A Broken Bell
Finding
a broken bell,
green moss along bronze cracks—
losing our path, the ringing points
the way.
Element
Midway
between solstice
and equinox, we dance
to the rhythm of the wind in
a flame.
By the
healing stone well
our songs echo the depths
as our steps make mandalas in
the dirt.
Butterfly Cinquain
Tiny Angels
In silk
ballet slippers
they fly from basic five
positions into the saut d'ange
skyward
as arms flutter with glassy wings
through wisteria blooms
they reach star-filled
heavens.
|
|
Terra Martin, CA
St Patrick's Day
Deep green
shamrocks appear
on sunny window panes
with leprechauns parading pots
of gold.
|
|
John Daleiden, US
Cinquain
Shipwrecked
Marooned—
we watch the tide
day after endless day;
what can we say we have not said
before?
The Hunters
Howl out
into the night—
with heads raised to the sky,
their cries echo through the twilight
forest.
|
|
Brian Strand, UK
A Quintain of Cinquains
Winter Turns To Spring
Sleeping
osier shoots
burst forth with camomile,
as early Spring mornings manage
a smile.
Easter
Springtime
daylight unfolds
those soft mist, mild days of
blue-bell haze, growing wild beneath
God's gaze.
Birdsong
Quiet
greets the Spring morn,
until a shaft of light
diffuses night into a dawn
chorus.
Good Friday
Blossom
on pavements die,
as petals from a tree,
a death recalled, just once a year—
maybe?
A Spring
Day Testimony
Across
the vale, voices
in Easter day worship,
complemented a soul being
mended.
|
top of
page
|