A cinquain for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.
Gather
summer ardour
wrapped in lush-leafed coolness
threaded through with the oriole’s
singing.
words, glorious words...
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I’m trying to get Hiroshima off my mind.
It’s difficult.
As it should be.
Simply gorgeous!
Thank you, Frank. I just have to stop thinking about mass destruction 🙂
😆
This Cinquain is simply beautiful. I love the imagery and I can hear that oriole sing. Quit thinking about explosions! LOL!! 😀 ❤
I’ll try, Colleen, and thank you!
I surely wish to join now, for the singing, party and lush-leafed coolness.
Lovely 💜
Hi, Jane! Beautiful Cinquain with lots of imagery.