1 line poems:
There’s too much beauty in the air.
Spring: the waiting is long, but the season is short.
2 line poems:
I cannot name a single bird.
Does that make my spring rush any less real?
How can you not let the landscape fill you?
Breathe in, let it tingle your ribs.
3 line poems:
Mountains shed their last
snow mantle. I sigh in bliss.
Car behind honks loud.
First full day of spring.
Saint Paul les Monestier:
very name a charm.
4 line poems:
Crooked stones with gaps for windows,
sun-baked lizard on ochre tiles,
birds call out their evening greetings
mending headaches, silent sighs.
Napoleon may have passed here on his way
to short-lived northern resurrection.
A stream’s the only one bustling today
in domaines of sea-pine covered indolence.
I am also linking this to dVerse Poets Pub for the Open Link Night. Any form or subject goes, so it’s a poetic delight!