As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath, trees fold into a counterfeit death.
A magical moment when the sun stands still, winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistens frosty precip amenities. Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.
Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau. Betwixt two of astral stars,the moon hangs bright, eerie wolf howls echo through the night.
Playful trickery as spring buds pop their head. Winter snaps, not yet, and tucks them back in bed.
[rhythmic and end rhyme]
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Rhythmic and end rhyme Wintry Threnodies As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Trees fold into a counterfeit death sleeping silently amidst winter's breath.
A magical moment, the sun stands still- winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistening frosty precip amenities. Amid a frozen field, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop mid-stream for a sip.
Between two stars, the moon hangs bright, wolf howls echo through the night. Mice tucked warmly under a subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau.
February trickery, spring buds pop their head, Winter snaps- not yet, and puts them back to bed.
wintry winds whistling a graceful genuflection, Autumn's last dance-
climactic moment nightide meets at Winter's gate light concatenates
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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