Cinquain
Sequence
In The Forest
Primeval
Naked,
the fragile trees
seem to bend in the wind,
ashamed to bear their exposed limbs
all day.
Shrouded
in morning fog
they stand erect and still
patiently waiting for their Spring
blossoms.
Listen!
It is the steps
of a gray fox passing
through withered oak leaves, on the prowl
for food.
Among
fallen branches
a bevy of loud quail
rest and leave their trail of white scat
behind.
Gone now,
buds and blossoms
decay on windswept ground
where mushrooms will sprout among leaves
in Spring.
The sprites
and elves slumber,
waiting for the full moon
to light the shadows for their dance
tonight.
Watching
the barren field
a scarecrow, stuffed with leaves
and yellow straw, guards his kingdom
bravely.
Riding
the forest path,
a headless horseman leaves
shattered pumpkins below the oak
at dawn.
