Little mouse, little mouse Don’t hurry on your way Stop and whisper in my ear Of things “gang aft agley” Must it always happen thus? Do you oft fret and plan? If not – Then let me be the mouse And you may be the man
A chorus of frogs Recites the Liturgy of the Hours Their voices rising From the muddy earth Up to the blue vault of heaven
The graphic is from the National Institute of Health’s National Human Genome Research Institute Page. I just plunked my poem in the corner of the pic.
These towering oak Form a timber cathedral Where sparrow and wren In joyful ardor call me To join their morning chorus Written as part of Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #tanka challege. This week, the poem had to incorporate synonyms for love and harmony: https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/02/11/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-164-synonymsonly/
Sprouting through concrete Dandelion Smiles Heavenward