Procession [Cinquain Collection]

Five cinquains progressing through a day and the seasons at the same time. Won silver in an Allpoetry contest.

Red sun
dawning over
whiten'd hills, its distant
light reflecting off frost-cover'd
grasses.



Songbirds
flit between trees,
their heartfelt chants greeting
spring as the last of the snow melts
away.



Summer
blossoms reach up
towards the midday sun,
brilliant hues waving in the
warm breeze.



Dead leaves
litter the ground
beneath the evening sky,
rustling as squirrels prepare for
winter.



First snow
floats down upon
silver branches in the
frigid dark of an indigo
twilight

 

 

Originally written October 27, 2007

Reviews

[Rita]

Beautiful.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn, then back to winter.

This brought me some peace.