Snow in Arkansas
Ump, get real, it's Arkansas
Snowing in Arkansas
#HaikuSaturday
We have a saying in AR, if you don't like the weather, wait a day!
5:59 PM · Nov 12, 2022
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wispy sheers, whispering change, forth-telling
Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem @whiptailjournal
Cirrus clouds are thin, feathery, and wispy; portents of rain. #haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal https://pic.twitter.com/
Winter's warning wispy, feathery thin, Cirrus clouds, portents of rain.
Replying to @whiptailjournal
Whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal
speckled sunlight of pattern pathways
Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing.
Nov 21 Replying to @jerroldconnors I never had an invisible childhood friend, choosing now, I would pick the mischievous confidence of Bugs Bunny and the quiet friendship of Winnie the Pooh. I wouldn't care for gremlins since they work for Murphy's Law.
Nov 22 Friendship Replying to @JThomasABC Like a leaf that is brief-lasting a season, branches that hang around for a while, or the roots that keep you grounded, friends are the rings inside you. #InvisibleThings
Nov 23 Creativity Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way. A mist that get lost in a fog, but is ever moving forward- to new horizons. @lozzawriting
Invisible Things/Creativity
Nov 24: Joy Grandbabies create a rite of passage for parents to become Grand! @AndrewsSusanM
Passing the responsibility of raising a child to your child and watching them guide, struggle, seek your help and advice, and getting to love and trust them to do their best is pure joy.
Nov 25 Hope hurts! Hurtful words dash across the heart. Dreams unrealized lie in waste. Lost in the darkness, we cry. Hope lies beyond our regrets and missed opportunities. Hope restores the heart and clears the way for renewed dreams. Hope heals!
#InvisibleThings @jerroldconnors 5:30 PM · Nov 25, 2022
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication
excerpt:
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-
Sheltered. #haikusaturday
Originally written separately, then one poem.
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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