
Thoughts visit
White pickets
And lavender’s fragrance
Taking me back to summer days
With you
Cinquain

Thoughts visit
White pickets
And lavender’s fragrance
Taking me back to summer days
With you
Cinquain

Let not your melancoly heart hold to drear
The daffodils speak of Spring coming soon
Should your nostalgic mind be given to fear
Take a stroll through the Daffodils this mid-noon
No matter the gloomy forecasts you hear
Yellow Daffodils sing Springtime’s tune
So come, shed Winter’s heavy cloak of grey,
Take a walk among the Daffodils today
Ottava Rima
