Fibs

   Was reading Simian Farmer the other day, and came across his post about Fibonacci Poetry. Seems neat. Think I'll give it a try.
   Wrote this one right away, while I was waiting for Flat Scalzi to arrive at my place.

I
wait
for the
postman to
ring, no more than once,
for twice would be disheartening.
I don't want drama or intrigue here, just Flat Scalzi.

   Later, I gave it a little bit of thought, and came up with this.

Spring
dawn
arrives,
resplendent,
transforming ashen
branches with bright swaths of colour.

   Whaddaya think?