Posted in Cinquain, November 2019

A Time To Sleep

Bare tree branches in the fall

Upturned

Branches of hope,

Dreaming of spring’s promise,

Reach as if anticipating

New life

Cinquain

Posted in Etheree, March 2018

Poetic Paradise

Poetic Paradise, sleeping, dreaming

Did

You ever

Wonder how

Poets find sleep?

Or what they might think

In those dark night watches?

As they contemplate slumber?

Are their mind’s in calm repose?

How do they enter into somnolence?

Poets count syllables instead of sheep!

Etheree