Frabjous Times

cinquain poetry

A mid-September morning

cinquain
the sky
without a cloud,
the ocean holds its breath —
and far away, heard but unseen
a drone
Previous installments on this theme: 2002, 2003, 2004.
Last modified: Mon Sep 11 08:02:42 EDT 2006
Added previous links.
Previously published: Sep 11 08:02 2005
Previously published: Fri Sep 9 20:22:24 2005