I'm not much of a poet, but I do enjoy playing with words. Lately I've been working a bit with the form of poetry known as the lune. There are several version of lune poetry, but the one I've been using relies on a 5/3/5 syllable construction.
Without further ado, here are three lunes for a sunny March day:
Spring
A warm breeze whispers,
"Come on out.
Write me a love song."
Budding Divas
Emboldened branches
show off their
new accessories.
Fluency
To translate birdsong,
close your eyes
and give up trying.