The sun’s asleep tucked in a cloud
The land — beneath the wintry shroud
On a dried out vine
Sits fiery sunshine —
A red cardinal proud.
This is one of my attempts at the form called clogyrnach.
Join the clogyrnach party over at Poetic Asides, it’s fun, and if your poem’s chosen — you’ll be published in Writer’s Digest! (Make sure to enter your poem by March 15.)