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.
The night star shines through the night illumatinating the way
a single voice announces, the king's arrival, to live among us.
Christmas morning rings as the morning light hums, as a new song begins.
The Troubadour sings illuminating darkness, dispelling fear.
Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.
Morning's light hums
through hate and despair as hope
sings a new redemptive song.
on a morrowless day nighttide meets at winter's gate light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
winter solstice Dec 21, 2022
6 facts about the winter solstice
The magic moment. While many focus on the winter solstice as a day in the calendar, what we are actually talking about is a very specific moment which is over almost as soon as it has begun. ...
The Sun stands still. ... Winter begins. ... Nine hours darker. ... The earliest sunset. ...
8 fascinating facts about the summer solstice
It arrives like clockwork. ... Time stands still. ... It's not the earliest sunrise of the year. ... It's been observed throughout human history. ... Flooding the Nile. ... Greek feasts. ... Ancient Roman celebration of home and hearth. ... It's still celebrated around the world today. March/ September Spring Equinox March Equinox
Terrestrial tides collide rising high, but twice a year. sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
January sky Its sheer so clear, so blue. Nothing leaves a mark.
Wintry sky shear blue bright and clear cirrus trails Shear Cirrus trails in the clear, wintry blue sky.
Emotional world
Spinning round the sun leaving
Unanswered questions.
#HaikuSaturday by martha vandivier
@Vandiviergrade3
My Reply:
In between twilight
answers lie within us
for finding the Truth.
#HaikuSaturday by RL Brown
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.
I’m in South Korea caring for my new grandbaby, my son, Daniel, and his wife, Serah. Jian or John (American version) is their firstborn. He was two weeks early, but he is healthy and just about over colic. Neither of mine two had colic. Broke my heart to see him cry so hard, especially when he looked at me with tears running down his cheek.
It is my turn to be up with the little one. He is sleeping, and I’m awake, so I read a few of your uplifting posts.
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
that does not vary
or does it compromise.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Lantern smiles at me.
The Halloween Parade The Gathering
Pumpkin lanterns glimmer golden and bright. Hallow’s Eve excitement fills the valley tonight.
But who stirs in the dark? Vincent the Bat Vincent roams the skies by night, sniffing out nectar to bite. The flowers all hide, from this mischievous glide,
then open by dawn’s first light.
Nettie, the Garden Spider Nettie the spider tosses silk threads. The wind sweeps her over the farmstead. Free now to roam, in search of a home, she spins a web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch looking grim, wishing a spooky face suited him. Along comes a charmer, a masterful carver. Pete beams at guests entering the inn.
The Arrival Parade On one spooky Halloween night, friends wander under the moonlight. Gathering at the inn, all welcome within, Pete lights the inn warm and bright.
Closing Couplets Lanterns glow golden and bright. Laughter rings out through the night.
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Autumn’s Play fall's first scent- hovering between seasons
leaf-whistles rise, needles sway in psithuric wind
burnt, buff, earthy, sienna settling in, autumn at play
Wind rustles the leaves Trees shimmer yawning deeply Anticipation
Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts.
Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues.
Extravagant colors! The migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears. The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
October Haiku
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
---
a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change
Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
·
Oct 9
Replying to
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
The Korean Folk Village
weeping willows
water lanterns
twilight shift
Being rooted means having a firm foundation. The sower and seed parable gives four types of foundations. The good soil represents God’s Word. The problem with man is understanding the truth. Truth is pounded by empty philosophy, choked out by the trials of life, or consumed by doubt and confusion.
Vallotton Annie Vallotton drawings _Good news bible
Collins Fontana 1976
British and foreign bible societies
146 Queen Victoria Street London
Being rooted in Truth is not as easy as it sounds. We have the Bible, read it, and apply it, and yet, our ears are tickled by empty words, and we are led astray.
Last week, I heard a pastor explain Genesis very differently from the way I was taught. God’s edict to Adam and Eve was not prescriptive as in a condemnation punishment. Instead, it was descriptive. God was describing the consequences of their action and what was about to happen in the world. The natural order of peace was ripped apart, and man was now at odds with nature.
God is revealing the mysteries of the end times, of the secrets of His Word, in a way that offers clarity to everyday life and freedom in our spirit to walk with Him.
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
It does not vary
or shapeshift.
There is one Truth by which all mankind can survive. Anything else is sinking sand, gets twisted, blown away or lost in the heart of man.
Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist.
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond
other ideas for water
tiny rainbows shimmer in the sunlight through the mizzling mist
frosty white
glistening icicles
drip
Haiku Pond/Water
troubled matrix,
stain dewdrops of torment
or dewdrops of troubled matrix
Sinkholes, shifting sand,
watchful eyes staring
at a changing basin.
Shrouded storms, titans clash.
long summer evenings
where forest and child
refuse to sleep
brontebrown2
@RhondaLBrown2
·
Jul 30
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt,
nourishing deep roots.
a realized dream
worked for
contains real magic
#HaikuSaturday
the essence of magic
a realized dream
worked for
On moonbeams, life frolics till night's hush moves stillness in and draws the sleepy eyes shut, all rest.
Life frolics on the moonbeam
and plays till night's hush
moves stillness in -
drawing the sleepy eyes shut,
all rest. RL Brown
jet lag, sleep comes when-
western time, eastern time
neither, baby time
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
that does not vary
or shapeshift.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Bright sherbet colors
familiar and strange
in a foreign land. #HaikuSaturday
annyeonghaseyo from South Korea
Yard mowed, edges trimmed-ha
It's raining, it's pouring-
The grass will grow back
by morning-
A lesson in kindness/ ideas for teachers and counselors
With school in session, teachers in addition to the daily curriculum begin the year with a focus on kindness to establish boundaries for behavior.
Kindness ripples as it cuts through meanness.
‘Each little thing we do goes out into the world touching more and more people. Each thing we do can be kind, mean, or just a missed opportunity. The one certainty is that kindness can rip through meanness. Kindness interjected at any moment diminishes the ripple of negativity.’ R. L. Brown
As a counselor, I used two books to compare kindness: Each Kindness by Jacqueline Woodson and Ordinary Mary’s Extraordinary Deeds by Emily Pearson
Every act of KINDNESS creates a ripple.
What will you do to start a ripple of kindness in your classroom, at home, or among your peers?
Nothing new under the sun, not so-
Every day there is something new-
life!
My son with his son
My daughter (in-law) with her son.
Love growing by leaps and bounds.
Long before God established the church (not worship), He established the family. The family is the basic unit of our society. Security, warmth, and safety are tied up in a bundle(s) of love.
I need never forget that I am a hypocrite by nature. I tend to consider the things I approve of as moral and the things I disapprove of as immoral. When I do, I become a law unto myself.
I am NOT a law unto myself, nor is any other person. God’s moral standards exist out of myself. God’s moral law for man is explained in the Bible. And I need to know what is righteous and unrighteous, not by what I deem or others deem suitable. The moral law is not in man’s opinion or whim for the day.
I need a moral standard outside of myself. God declares what is true, what is honorable, what is pure…(Phil 4:8).
The one thing that I can count on is being a hypocrite. But it doesn’t matter what I think. God’s Word established a moral standard by which man will be judged- not anyone’s opinion or orientation. I cast my hypocrisy at the feet of the cross, confess, repent and believe Jesus. One’s belief about Jesus will determine where one spends eternity.
Man’s standards will not judge us. Therefore, let us never forget who is holy.
I AM a law unto myself,
a force of nature born and bred,
not to live upon a shelf,
but doing what might make me dead,
like leaping from a gabled roof
with flexed knees and a grin;
safe landing is my living proof
that I am born to win.
My wife no longer rolls her eyes,
nor cries into her beer,
and it should be no surprise
that she daily makes it clear
that though she can’t control my fate,
my life insurance’s up to date.
brontebrown2 
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