New Day

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

Cinquain Poetry Prompt 47: REFRESH is your inspiration.

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