WINTER POEMS:
SENRYU: roaring down the street/ the river takes toys, trees and clothes/ there goes my gas grill!
HAIKU: during the morning/ the birdbath water/ turns to ice
FOUND SENRYU: storm salvaged:/ the small silver box/ and her knitting yarn (C. Hayworth, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette)
SENRYU: warming my feet/ before a fireplace that/ never needs cleaning
HAIKU: all night long/ the wind chime's atonal/ lullaby
HAIKU: a glance outside/ wind chimes are still/ but the empty swing moves
CINQUAIN: On a/ below-freezing/ February morning,/ I pluck two daffodils and two/ quince blooms.
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Enjoyed your poems today.
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I, too, am a poet
Hi Pat. Just whizzing through my reader like I had important things to do today. You are gaining in readership. Keep up the good work. Pappy
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