Looking at the calendar-chart plan for this month, I realize I haven’t written a cinquain yet. This form is a five-lined verse with a syllable count 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. Yesterday was the most perfect spring day after a raging storm the night before. The air was breezy with a touch of cool. Perfect canoeing weather, so Jeff and I seized the day and paddled for a couple hours. One of our goals for each paddle is to clean up crap junk from the bayou. Yesterday we retrieved a basketball, a soccer ball, and a few cans and water bottles, one large piece of styrofoam. A small part, but we had a good time finding and trying to retrieve it.
Notice
Margaret Simon, draft
how light dances
on bayou’s belly rolls
washing us with soothing hopeful
Nurture
Reflections on the Teche 
This is so lovely, Margaret—I especially felt soothed by “bayou’s belly rolls”, a wonderful way to begin the day, especially missing multiple posts due to extraordinary spring weather and cherry blossoms in NYC which propelled us away from computers and phones. Still, I have depended on your, and so many other poets’ here, daily presence in my email to keep me on track with writing a poem a day for/about our new granddaughter, as well as experimenting with new forms.
I wrote a haiku for her this morning, but am now experimenting with using the same/similar content for today’s cinquain:
Focus
your eyes on light
as do near daffodils
turning upward to cup the sun
Nourish
Draft, Carol Coven Grannick
I listened to a poem by Allan Wolf and he used “drink the sun”. That might echo that d sound of daffodils. I love that image.
Thank you, Margaret—I do like “drink”!