Cinquain
Basque
Country
1
Rock-hewn
Peaks, loftier
Than Niagara; vines
Heavy with fruit resolve also
To Drink.
2
Dry wind
Through the leaves at
midnight whispers, driving
Basque village boys insistent on
Release.
3
Towards
Borgas a crow
Descends on sunflowers—
Fields of golden blooms gently
Lifting.
4
Mountains
Of coloured stone
Stand amorous of light
Whose dance across the plains ever
Anchors.
5
Spanish
Swallows sweep the
Treetops, bidding farewell
To one who shared in their sideways
Glances.
6
Abroad
I have witnessed
That immense blue-green sea,
Those peaks known long ago, deeply
Within.
