CINQUAIN - a Poem

Summer
hot, stuffy
boiling, shining, hiding
sand between my toes
childhood

Sea
deep, transparent
rolling, waving, whispering
the nest of life
history

My teacher
patient, kind
smiling, offering, leading
safe hands
soft voice


DAYS
LAST, FIRST
PASSING, RUNNING, FLYING
CAN'T GET BACK
FUTURE