Light Showers

Reflections

Cinquain*

Expert

Gusts of wind skim
All the richest cream clouds
From the milky blue of cool skies
At dusk.

San Luis Obispo County

I saw a row of grey-green hills,
Rumpled just like oyster frills.
My eyes grew dizzy at the top;
They slipped, and then they couldn't stop.
They slid down slopes, past rock and tree,
And splashed ker-breathless in the sea.

Journal

It's late.
I empty my thought pockets,
Scattering the day's collection on a piece of paper.
That's where I sort myself again
And count what counts
Before I sleep.


* A cinquain is a five-line poem with the following syllable count: first line, 2 syllables; second line, 4 syllables; third line, 6 syllables; fourth line, 8 syllables; fifth line, 2 syllables.