September's Poetic License Challenge over at Robin's was to write a Fall-themed cinquain. I'm a little late jumping onboard because even though Fall officially began over a week ago, here in the sunny southwest, the grass and leaves are still green and it was 85 degrees today!! It's just not feeling like Fall here yet.
You're in for a treat! I made my three older children write a cinquain as a part of school today. (They moaned like I was killing them.) Actually my 16 year old daughter had to write three cinquains - one in each style that Robin listed here.
#1Son. He's 11 (and a real melancholy - can you tell?)
Dark, Cold
Crying, sighing, moaning
Summer's over and it feels so lonely
Sadness
Sweetly. She's 13 and loves the Fall.
Cold, crisp.
Running, watching, falling.
A new season is here! It's all wonderful and exciting!
Colorful.
Sweetanlo. 16 and an aspiring writer (which is why she had to do all three!)
Leaves
Colorful, beautiful
Morphing, drifting, falling,
From green to orange and yellow, awe inspiring difference
Change
Crispness
Frosty, Chilly
Freezing, shaking, moving
Hoping for eventual warmth
BRR-RR
September 22 is the very first day of fall
The cripsness in the air just goes to show
That colder times have come to call
The leafs have fallen oh so low
And soon we shall see snow
And it's only fair that I write at least one myself. Here's mine
red, green
roasting, flipping, tumbling
it is fall when the smell of their fire-roasting goodness is wafting through the air
chile
