CINQUAINS
A warm
winter day. I
bring four smallish houseplants
outside for a spate of fresh air.
Me, too.
Doves call,
dogs bark and folks
pass, returning from work.
Nearby, a robin chitters. Oh,
such peace.
Perfect
as a flower-
show speciman, except
the iris blossoms several months
early.
Heater
warming the cats,
while I use a lap robe--
gift from my son last Christmas--to
keep warm.
Racket
in the dining
room--small gray legs climbing
the screen until I rap the loose
window.
The whump
of the blackbirds
leaving. Another whump
when they returned. The airplane adds
a drone.
