Beneath lavender clouds
I walk fields of scented rows;
morning's first blush saturated with
and with lips hesitantly shy,
I reacquaint and caress verse
pocketed long ago; childhood's seeds
by Margaret Bednar, January 30, 2015
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Transforming Thursday - Lavender Fields" and "dVerse - Meeting the Bar - The Cinquain expanded" dVerse asked us to add a syllable to the traditional cinquain format - so the count is 3-5-7-9-3.
Nature - especially sunrise and sunset - moves me, as I'm sure it does most people. As for my poem, I think this is many a parent's wish - that children, if they stray from their faith, will one day find a way back to what was instilled in them at a young age.