Last writing group until the fall. Sigh. Here are two cinquain poems I wrote.
Apple
Crispy, crunchy
Chewing, swallowing, savoring
A taste of fall
Macintosh
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Peony
Windblown, wild
Deep, majestic, beautiful
Bowing to the ground
Elegance
Prose Posies 
Lovely poems Cara.
Wish this rain would stop. My neighbor’s peony is more than bowing.
Yes, mine too. More like prostrate on the ground. Still, I thought “bowing” sounded a bit more poetic than “waterlogged”. 😉 I was inspired by the amazing peony display they have at the Chinese Gardens.