There’s nothing like a country bear dancing at the county fair. Joining in, a city sow twirling to a graceful bow. Hand-to-hand in promenade stance, two partners, ready to dance. With’a two-step wiggle bop, jumping to a wobble hop. Polly pocket shuffle scoot, showing off in leather boots.
histrionics the love of storytelling stories of old (or a mother's voice)
Here was second option: Hallo's Eve comes once a year when certain creatures reappear. Pumpkin faces scare the dead, filling ghouls full of dread. Jack-O-Lantern fools the gnome, we're disguised, free roam. Around the corner, house insight, dare we run with all our might. Safe inside we dance with glee. Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.
flowers to fruit white to green, green to purple spring stemming
Nouns and verbs are predictable for lemming. Good and better are a miss for stemming. Having some fun Word game done Confused, no one is condemning. #LimerickSunday #linguistics
March fantasy orange blossoms, a delicate scent lingering love
Orange blossoms a delicate scent of lingering love March fantasy
Spring
Slipping through the morning's dew sunlight cracks the dawn
chee-pippety-chee songbirds greet morning’s first light- with an arias of praise
kitty in the weeds a blue jay’s catcall-warning, a tail twitching taunt
cool zephyr breeze flows over tender grasses goose pimples giggle.
a rye bluegrass mix, tickles bare feet, soothe the soul doubly comfy, AAh- (45)
Rudbeckia titters, roots stretch in fertile earth. Pollinizers play.
deep within the earth's roots generational stories intertwine
Here are the remaining full moons in 2024: April 23: Pink Moon. May 23: Flower Moon. June 21: Strawberry Moon. July 21: Buck Moon. Aug. 19: Sturgeon Moon Sept. 17: Harvest Moon. Oct. 17: Hunter’s Moon. Nov. 15: Beaver Moon. Dec. 15: Cold Moon.
March hurricane prelude whirlybirds in the wind bliss ignorance
wrapped by clouded storms, dark tornadoes, the March winds rumble.
Terrestrial tides collide, rising high, but twice a year. Sun and Moon stand poised
a morrowless day arriving on the Equinox, perfectly balanced
Skywatchers wait for spring's first Full Moon, the frozen Earth relents.
Copperheads seek to fill their bellies, Cicadas beware.
raining pink petals seeds of new life- genesis
Sky-watchers tarry as the moons of March herald change,
Spring's first Full Moon frozen earth relents.
Rusted ceiling bolts serve as a reminder of the old porch swing.
Life ends, yet lives on where (when) memories flow.
the lack of coziness and warmth, e-books no page turns, miss flipping
March Equinox, perfectly balanced, spring arrives.
Moons of March Sky looks down on Earth with the dark eye of a new moon, spring winks at the stars. Seeds shed winter's shield, roots stretch in fertile dirt- March winds howl for spring. Muddling nightcrawlers rise under the Worm Moon- loam stirs, breaking free. Foretoken of spring, marsh marigolds in damp fields Hoverflies delight. The Sugar Moon shines as silver Maples release sweet sap, March winds heralding change. Terrestrial tides collide, rising high, but twice a year, the sun and moon poised. The March Equinox, a perfectly balanced day, spring arrives.
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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