Bird song
Called me from dreams
To greet the day at dawn,
With scent of dew on morning lawn:
Incense.
~
River,
You fascinate.
My soul delights to sit
And feel the rush of life within
Your heart.
~
Mountain
Of solid rock,
Unmoved by elements,
Yet helpless in man’s drive to build
Highways.
~
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Thanks Sandra, these are beautiful and guess what? I get it at last 🙂
I knew you would! I don’t know why I like Cinquain so much. It just sort of struck a chord with me the first time I ever studied about it and tried it. Then when I do my Writing Poetry classes and introduce it as the one and only American form of poetry that we are sure is ours, it renews my love of it even more. Some days it just seems I can sit and write several in a row, so I do.