Every rope is a bridge
Every twig is a mast
Every shell’s in the past
To the squirrels
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
Every rope is a bridge
Every twig is a mast
Every shell’s in the past
To the squirrels
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
The green will appear
Suddenly a bare tree blooms
And we are in awe
At Mother Nature’s timing
Wishing we were as clever
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/04/06/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-220-poetschoice/
When fleas sneeze outside
Could it be the tree pollen
Or are they ticked off
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben