Category: quatrain

  • Quatrains at 55 degrees

    Cool, windless dawn Mist hovers over pond unwilling to leave Fish rise, kiss the bottom of sky Puckered ripples replicate to nothingness Cardinals call back and forth Squirrels churl and chase overhead Anoles and frogs are hunkered down Insects await the sun to speak I return to our yard with empty cup Sovereign lord of…