Rustling leaves,
trees shiver, yawing deeply-
anticipation.
Fall's first scent hovers
in between the blurred lines
of a seasonal shift.
Leaf whistles,
needles oscillate in a
psithurism wind song.
Crimson hues slip through
the mizzling mist of
Autumn's display.
Seasonal timing
grounding roots, true friends are the
rings inside.
Some friendships are seasonal leaves we experience briefly.
Friends who support us through several season are like sturdy branches.
Still a core group of friends who offer sage advice keep you grounded.
Yet, there is one more friendship that leaves a ring on your heart, the indelaible friend.
The heart rings' interconnectedness and resilience are linked like an aspen grove. This frienship leaves an ingrained mark guiding your life, creating a sublte beauty that is lasting.
Plantation swing,
chatty girls,
the evening wanes
into darkness.
moonbeams prance
atop the subnivean zone,
a gentle nightlight
winter's shield
snow blanket or hoarfrost,
survive or succumb
silence broken
predatory footfalls
winter creaks
relentless onslaught
of graupel freezing, thawing,
yet
safely tucked
in the space between,
all sleep
Have you ever rewritten a poem that you like even more? This poem begins softly, intrigue builds, and then the twist at the end.
A Sanguine Hope
Anticipation,
to the Father's delight,
Emmanuel is born.
Cosmic reveal
kalpa shift in God's plan,
an awakening.
A whispered tune
resonated, releasing
a poignant message
The dawning light
of a new beginning
slates our thirst.
Arousing
a sanguine hope
for the coming year
A salubrious optimism
laced with intent,
tempered.
ideas
moonbeams prance atop
the subnivean zone,
a playful cadence
(Mangata reverie or gentle nightlight)
winter's shield
snow blanket or hoarfrost,
survive or succumb
silence broken
winter creaks
footfalls
(predator footfalls or fox's footfalls or red fox
Graupel is also called snow pellets or soft hail
silence broken
winter creaks-predatory,
footfall
relentless onslaught
freezing, thawing,
yet
safely tucked
in the space between,
all sleep
WIP
A Sanguine Hope
Anticipation,
to the Father's delight,
Emmanuel is born.
Kalpa moment,
a cosmic shift revealed, released
unnoticed, quietly
A whispered tune
resonates from within
a poignant message
The dawning light
of a new beginning
slates our thirst.
Arousing
a sanguine hope
for the coming year
A salubrious optimism
laced with intent,
tempered.
A kalpa is a long period of time (aeon) in Hindu and Buddhist cosmology, generally between the creation and recreation of a world or universe.
a cosmic shift
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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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A beautiful welcome to fall! 🍁🌿
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Thank you, I am working on a poetry book or chapterbook. Seasonal and shor!
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