November Night discovering Cinquain

Yesterday when I walked in the park, it felt like a true autumn day. It was chilly but the sun was warm and the colors of the leaves were still golden bright against a clear blue sky. This morning’s walk looked and felt different. After an evening frost, the colors were muted, the trees have lost many leaves.


The following poems are in the public domain. I love it, it has the feel of an Asian short form poem and the choice of words frost-crisp’d sounds like leaves breaking from the trees. I don’t know anything about the poet Adelaide Crapsey but this piece makes me want to explore her other poems. I did read on that she invented this form, “The cinquain: a twenty-two-syllable, five-line poem.”
And not surprisingly she took her inspiration from the Asian short form poems of haiku and tanka.

Adelaide Crapsey, 1878 – 1915

Listen. . .
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the trees
And fall.

Autumn is so fleeting in Colorado while summer seems to last forever. While we didn't get any snow on Halloween this year, which seems to be the norm, I expect it sooner than later. 
Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow! 

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