moonbeams and weave
a tapestry of light
to hang upon the wall of night,
to drive across the sky.
Collect her rays in blankets for
for crow’s wisdom,
squirrel’s scolding, and frog’s croak.
Hear the joy in a baby’s laugh,
for storms on seas
of tumbling, tossing waves,
leaving you adrift. Here you find
streams from their mouths–
yet you must stay calm, sing
the song of sun, moon, stars, sea–
squirrels scolding, and frog’s croak,
the song, of sun, moon, stars, sea—
Colleen sort of challenged me to write a garland cinquain, so here it is. For her Tanka Tuesday challenge.