Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt
where our inspiration is “refresh”.
This is my cinquain.

Still pond,
no wind to stir…
a stone drops, rings spread wide,
the whole grey surface wakes and breathes
again.
Cold hands
wrap a warm mug,
steam rising, eyes lift up…
the morning finds its shape at last,
refresh.
Old screen
spinning its wheel,
patient as a held breath,
then suddenly the new page blooms
alive.
Walk out…
wet grass, bare feet…
the yard still holding night…
you didn’t know how dry you were
till now.
NAR©2026
Nancy’s Notes: The syllable count per line for an American Cinquain are 2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2.
This is “Here Comes The Sun” by The Beatles
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.

I loved the positive vibes of the last stanza, Nancy
“Walk out…
wet grass, bare feet…
the yard still holding night…
you didn’t know how dry you were
till now.”
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Beautiful writing.
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