Poetry challenge – Day 3 – the cinquain

Cinquain – five lines of 2-4-6-8-2 syllables, usually without rhyme, and yes, I realise that I am late in posting it.

Goodbye
friend medico
who served us all so well
as doctor, confidant and friend.
Bye John.

Chilli
red hanging down
amid the vibrant green
of leaves and immature siblings.
Red hot.

Bright bird,
crimson and blue,
crunching on ripened seed,
from sunflower heads in my garden.
Rosella.

A skink,
swift lizard brown,
darting from place to place
swift motion and frozen stillness.
Reptile.

Sweet girl,
who changed my life,
made me a better man,
brought life into tired emotions,
and died.