Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.
A single voice sings,
illuminating darkness
with love, warmth and peace.
a redeeming event.
Christmas morning rings
a single voice announces,
the Messiah's here.
The Troubadour sings
illuminating darkness,
dispelling fear.
The morning light hums,
hope shines-
the reframe repeats.
WIP
Rhonda Bronte Brown is a National Board-Certified Teacher and retired teacher/counselor whose work has appeared in Better Than Starbucks, The Trouvaille Review, Meat for Tea, The Orchards Poetry Journal and The Best Haiku 2025 international anthology and several online journals. She holds both a BS and a Master’s degree and writes children’s literature and poetry exploring nature, SEL, and STEM.
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