Cinquain
Humble
Light
Red stars
a light among
debris of fallen trees—
in shade, the meek provide their own
soft glow
Three
Autumn Cinquains
red leaves
assemble now
among the trees; each night
the weary sun slips earlier
away
Venus,
bright this morning
in storm-cleared skies, listens
to the echoed sighs of dead leaves
falling
when night
comes dreaming in
on chilly, wood-smoked air,
crickets sing their farewell song to
summer
