March Moons/ Haiku and Haibun

March Moons / Haibun by rbrontebrown

The sky looks down with the dark eye of a new moon; spring buds pop their heads. Winter snaps, not yet. March Moons howl for seasonal winds that breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide, and winter gives way. Sun and moon stand poised.

Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise and stir the loam, breaking free of the frozen dirt. Spring Moon stirs the sleepy pods to shed winter's coats and stretch their fertile roots. The Sugar Moon coaxes the sweet maples to release their sugary sap.

Permafrost relents. Skywatchers eagerly anticipate the moons of March.

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.
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Spring Sings!
"Zephyr, carry the seeds far and wide. Loam provides for their needs. Seeds shed those winter coats. Nightcrawlers dig underground moats. Clouds, let loose your showers, ushering in bouquets of mayflowers!"
A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.
Sun and moon poised  
on a morrowless day
equinoctial time shift
Andy Perrin
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The sky's the limit with your lunar show. You certainly touched on the cycles of the transitions we watch closely day by day as winter drags and the hope of spring begins to emerge. Love the push and pull of the moon in the connections you made. Thanks for sharing today!
March Moons by Bronte Brown

the sky looks down with
the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks to the stars

seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March winds howl for spring

loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the Worm Moon

Spring's foretokens
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
butterflies delight.

Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap,
March winds breathe change

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

	

Fmf January 2025

FMF: Jan 17 Effort
A paradox is like a mustard seed and so is faith. Even faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. Your faith gives you access to the eternal. Your faith carries you through mountains of doubt, loss and pain. Your faith calms the heart and strengthens the soul. Being rooted in his word is a reflection of how the soil loves the tree. Colossians 1:9

The power of faith is that it can break mountains of doubt, loss, and pain. Mustard seed is the tiniest seed of all seeds. Jesus used its impossible size to illustrate how big our God is. Angels laugh (cheer) to hear of your song of faith. The sound of faith is a small quake that rumbles beneath mountains and quietens the soul.


Actions: I will make a plan and use a daily time plan to maximize my time, be flexible and kind to myself and others- no judgment, just do.
Jan 10 Satisfied
1. Take our eyes off the impossible circumstances or the mountain of trouble.
2. Refocus on our possible God who has made all things possible in Christ Jesus, which means I'm capable of walking in the Spirit.
3. Faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains even through doubt and pain.

Strategy 1: Pray by faith, not by feelings- just pray.
Strategy 2: Pray, looking forward not back. God's plan is active and healing.
Strategy 3: Pray by saying how you feel and asking for understanding, peace, and a spirit reconciled to God.
Strategy 4: Create a deliberate prayer time. Declutter first by removing time-wasting activities such as YouTube, TV, etc.
Strategy 5: Make a prayer list and pray specifically.
Strategy 6: Know that the consequences of sin are real and sometimes lasting. It is possible to walk through my circumstances and not be overwhelmed.
“Two things I ask of you, Lord;
do not refuse me before I die:
Keep falsehood and lies far from me;
give me neither poverty nor riches,

but give me only my daily bread.
Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you
and say, ‘Who is the Lord?’
Or I may become poor and steal,
and so dishonor the name of my God.”

It all boils down to contentment, doesn’t it?

Lord, make me content in You alone. Verse posted by Kate Motaung

2 responses to “Fmf January 2025”

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    Cindy

    I love that you’ve created a “satisfaction plan”! Strategy 2 and Strategy 4 are definitely ones that challenge me. Thank you for the reminders! God bless, your Five Minute Friday neighbor, Cindy

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  2. aschmeisser Avatar

    Just gotta keep on going,

    I know this all too well,

    for there’s a point in showing

    up every day in hell.

    It hurts more than I ever thought

    than it really could,

    but every pain I know I ought

    to turn to the Lord’s good,

    and that means staying positive

    when I’d rather scream,

    but this is not my narrative;

    it’s God’s, and I won’t dream

    of getting in His holy way,

    ’cause if I do, there’s hell to pay.

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January Poems 2025

The night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness, dreams come.

Dreams dance in joyous leaps,
skating on imaginative trails,
night treasures.

Night recedes behind
the stars, no thought to pending
troubles- tomorrow sleeps.


celestial alignment
rare one/25/25
an eventide view
Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune, be on the lookout tonight or now, depending on where you are.
President Donald J Trump
was fond of the campaign stump.
Mover, shaker, and policymaker,
Unlike President Nixon, the Quaker.

Clerihew- rhyming couplets, Jan. 20, 2025
pastoral cacophony 
robins, warblers, blackbirds
antiphonal tweets

morning’s song returns
chee-pippety-chee
spring arias

dawn’s light hums
dreams dance on ember’s shadow
young hearts sing
tanka WIP

the night sky frolics
tomorrow sleeps, dreams skate
on imaginative trails,
dancing on silvery threads,
knitting our hearts together.


the gentle psithurism
of a wooed heart,
she catches her breath or (catching her breath)
slowly, evanescing,
yet time spins memories of you


reminiscent of
a weathered beauty
the gentle psithurism
of a wooed heart, evanescing-
yet time spins memories of you.

laden white
resplendent splendor
pulchritudinous beauty
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku
Scenes from Arkansas

dancing in the sky
rhythmic beauty
synchronous flow

swallow dance

shimmering night cadence
skipping across a frozen plateau
Mangata reverie

laden white
resplendent splendor
pulchritudinous beauty
#HaikuSaturday

evening surround sound- 
life nestles, tweets and twitters cease
swissssh goes the porch swing
seasonal changes,
sturdy branches, grounding roots
true friends, the rings inside.

seasonal, sturdy
grounding roots, true friends
the rings inside


Sturdy branches
fallen, silent, still-
helping hands

branches
fallen
helping hands
Vermillion cardinal
resplendent and showy
pulchritudinous
Laden gray skies 
Snowy white background
Morning sings

Vibrant winter blooms
cast against a snowy canvas,
beneath brooding skies
A crimson trim comb /cut
Proud strut, perched high.
Teachers giggle
morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist
if rain no longer fell, 
would your smile return
if blue dropped from the sky,
and longing understood,
would you be mine