Under tree brella

Starting off the day with a poem for the #OctPoWriMo challenge that Shuku introduced me to. A butterfly cinquain.

 

Beneath

this autumn tree—

oak—full of summer leaf

and rain patter, squirrel chatter,

I hear

hiss of dying waves up aloft,

the blackbirds’ fussing noise

while torrents pour—

acorns.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

28 thoughts on “Under tree brella”

  1. I’ve never written a cinquain before but you make me want to try now! I love the picture it conjures up. Oh those blackbirds and squirrels!

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