waddle, scurry, zipping
one single feather
time of new leaves
blossoms blooming, new growth
we throw ourselves into the joy
It has been a lovely day. I saw my first little quailets of the season this morning. There were about a dozen of them scurrying with a couple of adults. The little ones are about the size of a walnut. So when I attended a workshop this afternoon on writing cinquains and haiku, of course I had to write about my morning experience.
Can you try writing your own cinquain about something you saw today? Have fun writing.