The Morning Rabbits

The coyotes loud howls
alto and tenor in the air
floating just in the morning light

A gibbous moon still hangs
and venus rising appears
as I start my walk

Always I like walking at morn
summer and winter in Tucson
the sagebrush in purple shadow
the saguaros in deep blue in the wash

So quiet, and the cholla
and ocotillo stretch, and
I see rabbits, a surprise
those quick moving cotton-tails.

I pause to turn
toward the vast sandy hill.
A rabbit stops, large dark eyes

Nary a blink, then
a twitching foot
to scratch an ear, then
a leaping run into the brush.

Like the desert itself
beautiful and fleeting
here one moment then changed--
gone.

Cinquain

Monsoon

Cholla blooming

Creosote scents the air

Cactus wren nests in saguaro

Warm rain

Today's poem is a cinquain.   It is a five line syllabic poem.  The first line has 2 syllables, the second line has 4, the third 6 and the fourth 8, then in the fifth line there are 2 syllables again.

line 1 = 2 syllables

line 2 = 4 syllables

line 3 = 6 syllables

line 4 = 8 syllables

line 5 = 2 syllables

Can you write your own cinquain today?  Mine tells about the desert where I live.  Can you write your cinquain about where you live?  I'd love to read your poem.  You are welcome to leave your creation in the comments below.

Thank you for stopping by and I hope you are enjoying this last day of the holiday weekend.