Jocund January - poems

SIX CINQUAINS

The Pope
reminded us
that Christmas is about
more than buying, giving gifts. We
knew this.
~~~

A dead
red-winged blackbird
in my neighbor's yard two
days after fireworks frightened it
and more.
~~~

Wind gusts
on the first day
of this new year, as if
sweeping the world clean after the
old one.
~~~

Goodbye
to 'Eleven's
hurricanes, tsunamis
and economic turmoil. Let's
move on.
~~~

With five
hours to spare, I
reached my writing goal: an
average of one piece every day
last year.
~~~

I see
red from the far
window. Eating privet
berries, a bright cardinal sits
so still.
~~~
c 2012 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press