I love to write cinquain. And sometimes I just can’t help myself, but have to write a longer poem, making each stanza a cinquain. That’s what happened here with the graphic artwork by my friend Terry.
No, wait: It’s not.
What is that planet strange,
Hov’ring low, casting soft blue glow
Has not borne fruit
For this whole season through.
Perhaps this planet will affect
I feel a bond
With this blue orb so near.
Its energy infuses field and tree —
graphics © Terry Valley