FMF April 2025

April 4 Persuade 

Satan is the master of lies and has convinced many that there is no God and that the ultimate freedom is to live in perversion or self-indulgence. If it were such an honorable and fulfilling lifestyle, why do we now have Karens and Kevins running around without emotional control? Persuasion is a powerful tool, and deception is inevitable without the Holy Spirit's guidance. I do not pretend to understand the darkness surrounding the US and our world, but the Holy Spirit offers spiritual discernment. I speak the truth and stand on the firm foundation of God's Word, and the Holy Spirit will do all the persuasion. Expect a backlash, but that doesn't mean God's Word is null.
The story below is about perseverance when sidetracked and how to refocus. It is okay to get sidelined, but when it is time, God will send someone to get you back on track.

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    Been there. Experienced that.

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April Poems 2025

Whispered chaos swirls
distance rumbles forewarn,
sirens fill the air

Impending danger arrives
thunderous clouds clash, wind whips,
hook echo forms
Sun and moon poised  
on a morrowless day
equinoctial time shift
Tanka

the night sky frolics
tomorrow sleeps, dreams dance on
imaginative trails,
whimsy skates on golden threads,
knitting our hearts together.
--
Vermilion cardinal,
pulchritudinous beauty,
resplendent splendor
against laden snowy branches,
exquisite encomium
--
Psithurism wind
of a wooed heart, suddenly
she catches her breath.
Though a weathered beauty,
time spins memories of you.
Titans clash wrapped in shrouded storms
habitat framers, 
clever, charming artisan,
busy beavers.
celestial bodies 
poised on a morrowless day
entering the old haunt 
time ripples
tock, tick, tock-tock-tock,
rooted deep, salvia survives
thinnest yield of saffron
lies a sanguine hope

red, yellow, blue
lovely blend of earthy flavors,
lies a sanguine hope


saffron thread,
life rooted deep,
salvia survive

salvia can also represent healing, purity, and wisdom
Nature’s Fury

blissed prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
ignorance

whispered chaos
distance rumbles forewarn
sirens

impending danger
thunderous clouds clash
hook echo forms

wrapped winds,
dark tornadoes swirl,
March roars

nature’s fury
in eyes of the beholder
beware



Winter’s Lace

Vibrant winter blooms
cast against a snowy canvas,
beneath brooding skies

First snow, falling softly,
Amaryllis’ view from the window,
warm thoughts.

A little ray of sunshine,
that banishes winter blues—
Winter jasmine.

Cold persistence
Periwinkle’s winter wink
Pansies thrive.

Deep into winter
Primrose’s delightful colors,
stark against the snow

Varied highs and lows,
February vacillates,
Snowdrops appear.

Narcissus’ beauty
shines for all to see,
defying winter’s hold

Colorful and sweet
Pansies’ cousin, Viola,
a winter survivor.

Glory-of-the-Snow,
star-shaped and whimsical,
greets winter’s end.

Un-Bee-Lievable Flower Facts: Polly Pollinizer reporting from your local garden.

Title: ’Un-Bee-Lievable’ Flower Facts:
Polly Pollinizer reporting from your local garden.
By Bronte Brown

Hi, I am Polly Pollinizer, reporting on
'un-bee-lievable' facts all flowers know!

Meet the busiest pollinators around the world. Bees are extraordinarily skilled at foraging flowers.
Flowers have a hidden motif that only bees see using X-ray vision.
Positively stunning!

Bees vibrate their wings so fast that they buzz and shake pollen all over their tiny bodies.
Anyone ticklish?

Lavender flowers create an extra scent, especially for honeybees. Bees get so excited that they beeline it to the hive and waggle dance—just for flowers!

Bees are the busiest unless it rains. Imagine being hit by raindrops twice your size.
But wait!

Bees are whiff masters. Bees smell the rain before it falls. Un-bee-lievable!

Which superpower would you choose:
super-shaker,
X-ray vision,
waggle dancer or
whiff master?
"Me?"
"I'd be a waggle dancer!'
Polly Pollinizer, reporting live from your local garden. See you next week."
https://giphy.com/gifs/supersimple-bees-MdM6yOgUWBPQkTm2du
Honey Bee Bees GIF by Super Simple
Spring Fling Writing Contest April 1, 2025
6:54:33 Time posted on Spring Fling- Now I can find it again. Thank you to Ciara O’Neal, Kaitlyn Leann Sanchez, prize donors, and readers for the amazing Spring Fling Kidlit Contest!

6 responses to “Un-Bee-Lievable Flower Facts: Polly Pollinizer reporting from your local garden.”

  1. seschipper Avatar

    Hi! Your Spring Fling entry is “un-bee-lievably” amazing! I loved “Polly’s” garden report!🐝

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    1. brontebrown2 Avatar

      Thank you, good luck!

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  2. Christine Alemshah Avatar

    Thank you for the sweet story and lovely invitation to Spring not just with your words but youse beautiful website as well! I feel like I’m out in the gardens breathing in all the fresh air around me!

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  3. J.M Avatar
    J.M

    Adorable! A great way to have an early education science moment in the classroom during the spring time. It sounds like great READ ALOUD picture book an educational video on software or a PBS kids show.

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  4. Jan Milusich Avatar

    I don’t know whether I’d be a whiff master or a waggle dancer. I already love the smell of rain and I loved your Spring Fling story!

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    1. brontebrown2 Avatar

      Thank you, it’s part of a picture book I am writing.

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FMF March Posts 2025 Weaving Life Threads

FMF: Pursue, Journey, Engage and being present, not vacant:

The Spirit of God has dreams for you.  He weaves our tangled threads with purpose, making each of us unique. These threads feel random, but we are designed to fit into a unique space.
We often forget that we see days, and God sees eras. As we pursue developing God-given talents, we should start by taking care of the things in front of us.
Remember your heart's motives, not the naysayers and joy-stealers. If your motives are for God, move forward. Don't be hindered by negative comments. Greatness lies in God alone, not in the size of the task.  

When you can't go and are sitting on the sidelines when it is time, God will send someone to help along the way at the right time.
Let God untangle your gifts, your place, your people, His plan, and your passion, and let Him weave them into purposes you haven't been brave enough to pursue.

To catch a dream
sail away from safe harbors.
Dare to explore
possibilities within yourself.

God weaves our random threads together with purpose.

True friends ( and family) arouse a sanguine hope within.  The people we encounter and the friends we make are the iridescent threads woven into our lives.  Some friendships are seasonal; we experience them briefly, yet they are viable relationships.  Then there are the sturdy branches, the friends who support us through all seasons, and yes, some branches are lost over time.  Still, there is the core group of friends who keep you grounded with sage advice.  But there is one more type of friend.  This person leaves the rings inside your heart, whether in a colorful season, through dark times, or needing an ear or direction.  These rings grow inside your heart and are what you leave in others; the rings are interconnected.  These are the threads woven in our tapestry that shine God's handiwork.

seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside

A place to our purpose determines the environment that nourishes us, the people we connect with, and to whom we choose to commit.
I don't want to be responsible for what God can achieve through my surrendered will. You will regret holding back more than not trying.
One goal for this month (Radical Mentoring Bible Study) was to write a life purpose statement: 
I, (your name), exit to glorify God by loving and serving others and by.....(focus on your unique gift, word).
I, Rhonda Brown, exist to glorify God by loving and serving others and by pursuing on what God has for me to do today with the resources I have in front of me. Dwelling on the past calcifies my heart and keeps me from moving forward. Looking ahead with disappointment keeps me frozen. So pursue God daily and remember whatever is good, pure, lovely, honest, good report, dwell on these things.
Pursue, Journey, Engage and being present: I copied and pasted each guest post below so I could go back and read them again. Each guest had such a unique perspective and touched on a personal issue close their their heart. Thank you and thank you, Kate for writing each week and keeping me on point. So  here is a summation writing completely independently but I think flows with what has been written. 
PURSUE March 7 
Carole Duff is a veteran teacher, flutist, and writer. She posts weekly to her blog Notes from Vanaprastha.

But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness.
~ 1 Timothy 6:11 ,NIV

What did I (Carole) pursue as a youth in the springtime of life? Acceptance, achievement, attractiveness, and autonomy. What as a summer-season adult? Affirmation, commitment to family and work, and most of all success. Now in the autumn of my life, I pursue challenges and growth opportunities, health, and humility, my word for 2025. But is humility something we can pursue?

One night at dinner, I asked my husband that question. He said, “I don’t think so. Humility is a mindset, the opposite of pride, something to keep in mind as you pursue virtue. Anytime you suspect pride, congratulating yourself for being a good person, that’s not humility.” He paused. “It’s hard because we want to feel good about doing good.”

I nodded. “From my reading, I know humility requires emptying oneself, as Jesus did, hollowing one’s self, turning from ourselves to God alone. So, maybe we shouldn’t pursue humility in and of itself, because we’re tempted toward looking good.” Pride. Greedy for attention and accolades as I’ve behaved and still do, my humility yet feeble and superficial.

Righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance (steadfastness), and gentleness, the fruit of the Spirit that Paul encourages Timothy—and us—to pursue. But first I must flee from pride, learn humility from Jesus, and practice the emptying.
carole duff

March 14 Journey
Some journeys are long and arduous, others are short and adventurous. The Israelite’s brief
journey to the promised land evolved into a 40-year trek in the wilderness. During that passage,
the Lord protected and provided. He remained with them until they finally reached their
destination.

My journey to becoming a writer was lengthy, adventurous, and at times, challenging. Numerous
writing courses cultivated my skills and boosted my confidence to pen words into sentences,
sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into pages until I gravitated to writing a book.
Writing a book is hard. Not just composing the words but writing the hard stories. Four years to
finish a first draft. After that, I almost gave up, but the Lord nudged me to keep going. He
allowed me the time to rest, but after a year he said to me, “It’s time to rise and continue, don’t
worry I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

This year I’ve started a new journey to finish and publish my book. The writing so far has been
fun, and I’m enjoying the process. As I make progress and receive positive feedback from fellow
writers, I’m kept motivated. I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Philippians 1:6 says, “… that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to
completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” I’m holding this promise close to my heart.

Lisa Marcelina Granger lives in Trinidad and Tobago with her two adult children, a pet cat, and a dog.

Apart from writing she enjoys gardening, hiking, and reading whodunits.

You can read more on her website: https://lisamarcelina.net/



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Join us with your own five-minute freewrite on the prompt, JOURNEY, then visit your link-up neighbor to read their post and leave an encouraging comment:
March 21 
Engage, it’s a funny word right? It can mean so much, and yet, can be meaningless to many. An engagement is often something that is going to happen. Such as a couple gets engaged to be married, one has an engagement to attend (a dinner, a meeting, an event), or one is engaged in activity (soccer, jogging, knitting). To engage in an activity requires some sort of active participation doesn’t it? A commitment of some sort right? So how would you relate engagement to the job you hold? To your faith? That’s the question set out for us today hmm?

So a while back at work
They came up with an idea
All staff should tell us what the
Word engagement meant to them.

Blank stares abounded!
I was astonished.
Surely people would have some
Idea of what engagement meant.

Out of some 20 staff in the store
Four people were able to come
With short one-liners and three of
Them only after getting the word defined.

This was a corporate “team-building”
Activity that did spark conversation, but
Mostly derision and comments of
“THIS IS STUPID!”

Isn’t it interesting how some can
Easily define how engagement in the work
Place can be defined, and by talking about it
You can build community,

And yet have the idea bomb very badly.
I asked my boss how this idea worked
In other stores and learned that it
Basically bombed in them as well.

So someone in corporate guessed
Badly on how to engage with
A whole whack of minimum wage
People, and instead disharmony reigned.

So similarly, God acts on the behalf of
His people, engaging with them in a variety
Of means, and some hear him clearly, and others,
“Hear” him, yet miss his entire message.

And in missing the message
Either dismiss him, or find a way
To treat the Creator with derision.
Never understanding.

So I find myself, at the end of this
Contemplation asking myself, what does
The word engagement mean to me in
My relationship with God?

It means taking the time
Listen to that voice within
Saying come and being willing to
Move forward in obedience

Despite the aloneness and
Desolation that often floods within.
Knowing the listening and following
Is better than any alternative.

Don’t you agree?



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engage

Faith-based blogger who loves to review books and write poetry. Rabbits and guinea pigs make me smile as does my hubby and son. Adding, slowly it seems, a young lady into the mix who thinks my boy is the cat’s meow. 🙂 Life is a season of change, and all we can do is try to keep up. Keeping the Lord involved in it all makes it easier.

Find Annette at https://anetintime.ca.
Vacant- March 28, Dawn Fanshawe is a mother, grandmother, and disciple of Jesus. Dawn is the author of Lost Down Memory Lane, a memoir about caring for dementia.
The word vacant gives me a sense of not just empty, but of unoccupied and awaiting the rightful occupier. It might be a vacant parking space, a vacant room, a space not yet filled with that which belongs in it.

That vacant space might be the un-evangelised parts of my own believing heart!

The parable came to mind, when Jesus tells of the man who has been delivered from a demon, but who leaves that space vacant, only to be filled later by other demons, rather than by Holy Spirit.



Matthew 12:43–45

“When an impure spirit comes out of a person, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left.’ When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that person is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation.”

Last week I was fortunate to have a retreat in which I was able to receive some heart-healing prayer ministry.

The Lord dealt with several things in my heart that were occupying a space that they had no right to – they were lies, vows, judgments and bitter expectations. They were never put there by God, but invited there unawares by myself, as in my woundings, I came into agreement with the enemy of my soul.

God helped me to renounce and destroy these bitter roots in my heart, but they had to be replaced with truth and new Godly structures! This takes time and alertness…

For several days afterwards I felt a little wobbly, a bit out of balance – like I needed to learn how to function after heart surgery, how to live in the renewing of the mind and heart.

I was so used to the old patterns and space, and the new, though made for me, still felt strange.

After the old, bitter patterns and structures were dismantled and removed, there was the vacant space, ‘unoccupied, swept clean and put in order’, which was crying out to be filled by the rightful occupier, by the Holy Spirit and by the sound mind that He ushers in.

Jesus transforms us by this renewing of the mind, little by little, as it would be too much for us to do it all at once.

And then this morning, I was reading Deuteronomy 7:22, where Moses paints this picture, which helps me to understand why a vacant space can be dangerous for my heart, using a different analogy which also gives me continued hope.

Deuteronomy 7:22-26

The LORD your God will clear away these nations before you little by little. You may not make an end of them at once, lest the wild beasts grow too numerous for you. But the LORD your God will give them over to you and throw them into great confusion, until they are destroyed.

dawn fanshawe

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    I like how you joined all of these together.

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Top Tuesday Tweets

Pale Season of Titivated Lace 
(rewrite of Winter’s Lace)

Vibrant blooms ignite against a blank canvas under brooding, iron-gray skies.

Amaryllis gazes out from the window; a periwinkle winks back, whisper-warm.

Across a stark alabaster landscape, autumn falls silent while pansies thrive.

Bleak, bitter, yet, in defiance, Narcissus lifts its radiant face for all to see.

A little ray of sunshine, burnishing a crepuscular glow, Wendy’s Gold rises.

Lucille's Squill whimsical scent swirls with the turning season.

Write an imaginative landscape poem without using snow, snowy or wintry terms.
Wassailing through their quarters, Holly and Ivy sang yuletide tunes.

Preening on the desert table,
a bourbon-soaked fruitcake that could render a sailor drunk in minutes.

And next door, the inflatable dancing Santa, now plastered like an Andy Warhol-inspired Art Deco project.

TopTweetTuesday challenge.
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.

Permafrost relents. 
Skywatchers anticipate
the moons of March.

Our theme next week for TTT is spring.

80 words max, metaphorical, imagistic, inventive, quirky, unexpected.
Words to avoid: bulb, growth, shoots, buds, earth, green, soil, new, life, leaf, light
Feb 28 Moon Theme (90)
Free verse by rbrontebrown

With a crescent wink and radiating argent hues, the night sky wakes. Tomorrow sleeps while silver beams thread through the darkness, inviting whimsy to skate on imaginative trails. Dreams dance.

Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, a small step etched with sandy footprints. Chimerical images skirt golden pathways across a sea of midnight blue. From Ganymede's summit, a breathtaking view is suspended momentarily.

Laced with ice feathers, dreams frolic on through the night sky, searching for sky treasures. Stories lie quiet in star streams as wide-eyed tales fill the mind's eye. Tomorrow wakes.

dreams dance
on silvery moonbeams,
tomorrow sleeps

Write a moon poem without using the word ‘moon’ or ‘lunar’. Make it new and really focus on an alternate take. Preferably write a poem about other moons in the Solar system other than our own. Imagistic, metaphorical & 90 words max. No tired descriptions.
a sea of midnight blue
Quixotic images
skirts
golden pathways
March 4: Our theme is ‘otherworldly’ in the cosmic sense. Excluding our planet and moon, write a poem about other planets or stars, galaxies, black holes, quasars, etc. 
Revision for March Hawk Press
The Dawn Before Time

There was darkness with no night and a universe without no a view. As God's spirit hovered over the vast waters, He spoke a contemplative word with a quiet breath. Energy rippled, light separated from darkness, and a new dawn broke.

Free and unfettered, the universe unfolded, showering waves of thunderous speech and radiating liquid sunshine. The intricate interplay of a cosmic dance began.

Light erupted, and a cascade of stars swept around Orion's belt. Sol joined the celestial cadence, defining the rhythm of night and day.

The tangible universe, spoken into existence, was designed to fit into a unique space with a specific purpose for sustaining life.

The scintillating rays of the solstice stretched summer's boundaries as nighttide catenates. In a fleeting moment, poised for a return, light converged at winter's gate. Concatenation linking the coming spring.

Envisioning a never-before-seen ribbon of time, the universe whispered its story.
March 4: Otherworldly

Darkness without night, a time with no view, quiet and contemplative breath, a word is spoken. A ripple of energy swirls and twirls; light breaks a new dawn.

Free and unfettered, the universe releases showers of thunderous speech, oozing liquid sunshine. The tug-a-war begins.

Light bursts forth, raining stars stream around Orion's belt. Sol joins the dance, separating night and day, laying its boundaries.

Speaking creation into existence, His spirit moves. His hand touches the tangible. Designed to fit into a unique space with a unique purpose.

Solstice's scintillating rays stretch summer's boundaries as nighttide catenates. Midwinter, in a brief magical moment, light concatenates at winter's gate. [in a fleeting magical moment light converges at winter's gate to stretch the days again.]

Imagining a never-seen ribbon of time- the universe whispers its story.

Psalms 139:12 and Genesis 1:1-3

From TopTweetTuesday: Strong start on the WIP. Have a go at surprising similes / metaphors within your descriptiveness, a couple of lesser known words. Dramatic sound patterning! Max out the invention!
Molecules and particles 
testing each other, establishing
sanditon boundaries.

Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand; Sanditon establishing boundaries, particles and molecules.
[From TopTuesday: Strong start on the WIP. Have a go at surprising similes / metaphors within your descriptiveness, a couple of lesser known words. Dramatic sound patterning! Max out the invention!]

My ideas: Speaking creation into existence, His spirit moves. His hand touches the tangible. Designed to fit into a unique space with a unique purpose.

love expressed.
The iridescent threads of our lives are not random. Dream of what my purpose may be. Only God can settle the restless soul. I am made for another world. One where God is present. A word, a breath, a seeded thought...
"a dream- a visionary creation of imagination, a desired goal, "
Our theme next week for TTT is spring.

80 words max, metaphorical, imagistic, inventive, quirky, unexpected. No cliches and break out of your style and usual tropes.

Words to avoid: bulb, growth, shoots, buds, earth, green, soil, new, life, leaf, light
Zephyr carries the seeds. 
Loam provides for their needs.
Clouds water fertile dirt.
Bouquets rise from the Earth.
Our challenge for next week - 18th March. 

Write a poem about an emotion or state of mind without ever naming it, i.e. purely through metaphor.

99 words max. Imagistic
February 13 Spring  
Haibun by rbrontebrown
Good morning, Sunshine.
Stretching through morning’s dew, the sunlight cracks at dawn. Nestlings fluff their feathers and squish together to listen to their twitter-song.

The red-breasted robins engage in antiphonal tweets. Jenny-wren adds her chee-pippety-chee-chee as colorful warblers chime-in. A cacophony echoes in dewy twilight.

Goose pimples giggle as my toes squish in the tender grass. A cool zephyr breeze flows, inviting the day to begin. Butterflies dance atop neighboring blooms, suddenly-

a Blue-jay catcall!
Signals a tail-twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds.
Winter howls at Spring like a middle schooler's biological clock clanks.      
"It's too early," Winter yawns.
"Autumn has arrived in the southern hemisphere," says Spring.
"Not yet." Winter flops back, adding another blanket of snow.

"The Cold Moon will be full soon," says Spring, offering Winter an enticement.
Spring knows Winter loves to hang out with Cold Moon on the longest night of the inverted season.

"Okay, I'm up." Winter sits very still, blowing another chilly breeze.
"Come along," says Blizzard. Winter stands and stretches.
"I see you've been at work- a resplendent day in pastel hues," Winter says to Spring.
"Thank you, Winter." Winter bows, whispering, "See you next year."

Spring smiles, turning to the Sun, "It's time to melt the crusty earth and direct your rays to tickle the fertile dirt."
"As you wish," replies Sun.
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 a well-spring of showers as spring ushers in meadows of flowers.
A morrowless day
arrives on the equinox,
perfectly balanced.
The first time I ever saw a dead body was in the woods. Uncle Rufus open coffin sat where the porch swing once hung. The rusted ceiling bolts reminded me of what once was. 
That old dingy porch framed a poignant image. Unintentionally, I took a mental snapshot. I stood and stared at death barring the doorway entrance.
The splattered sunlight melded with the shadows. The white wood planks faded into the background as if engulfed in sadness. The inner light was gone. Only a shell remained.
Nature reclaims what it intends. Yet, life lives on where memories flow like a sweet benison between the falling rain--

quiescent tide,
the porch-swing rhythmic pace-
tealights fade

faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit,
a reclaimed quiescent

March Poems 2025

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
--
Spring arrives.
Sky Treasures 
With a crescent wink and radiating argent hues, the night sky wakes. Tomorrow sleeps while silver beams thread through the darkness, inviting whimsy to skate on imaginative trails. Dreams dance.

Slow, quick-quick, slow- a small step etched with sandy footprints. Chimerical images skirt golden pathways across a sea of midnight blue. From Ganymede's summit, a breathtaking view is suspended momentarily.

Laced with ice feathers, dreams frolic on through the night sky, searching for sky treasures. Stories lie quiet in star streams as wide-eyed tales fill the mind's eye. Tomorrow wakes.

dreams dance
on silvery moonbeams,
tomorrow sleeps

@TopTweetTuesday
Write about moons in our Solar System without using the word moon.
March 4: Otherworldly

Darkness without night, a time with no view, quiet and contemplative breath, a word is spoken. A ripple of energy swirls and twirls; light breaks a new dawn.

Free and unfettered, the universe releases showers of thunderous speech, oozing liquid sunshine. The tug-a-war begins.

Light bursts forth, raining stars stream around Orion's belt. Sol joins the dance, separating night and day, laying its boundaries.

Solstice's scintillating rays stretch summer's boundaries as nighttide catenates. Midwinter, in a brief magical moment, light concatenates at winter's gate.

Imagining a never-seen ribbon of time- the universe whispers its story.


Psalms 139:12 and Genesis 1:1-3

From Top Tweet Tuesday: Strong start on the WIP. Have a go at surprising similes / metaphors within your descriptiveness, a couple of lesser known words. Dramatic sound patterning! Max out the invention!
Planetary Parade
"Line up,"
Universe calls out,
"Earth is watching."
Orange blossoms
a delicate scent of
lingering love
Planetary Parade  
"Line up,"
Universe calls out,
"Earthsky is watching."

short version
Earthsky watches
Universe readies
Showtime
titivate- make small enhancing
High Noon
Every Wednesday
Tornado Sirens #HaikuSaturday
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field
Besides Mamma's fence,
now my backyard delight,
Daffodils.


Morning stillness
Rhythmic movement
Zephyr and leaf
I wrote this the day I buried my brother. Haiku Genius picked it up today. It is beautiful.
rhythmic rocking, steady breathing while sleeping, life with a newborn

living in the moment
of childhood, a father sees
the era.

sweet benison,
sunlit air and golden rain,
in a prismatic wash
spring light sparkles
through a prismatic rainbow,
a leprechaun's slide

spring sparkles
revealing a sky slide
leprechauns delight
The morning sun pours over the windowsill, tingling my face. Particles dance in the sunlight. [ A fuzzy image forms of Gramps 😅--standing de rigueur in overalls, wearing fishing cap. 
a warblers' echo 
shimmering in the mist,
morning descant

ending with a soft
adagio of a mourning dove,
coo-Coo-coo, coo-ah

FMF February 25

God is never distracted. Every time I look at Him, He is looking at me. So when I pray, I will fall on my knees, and with my hands lifted, I will praise You.

Feb. 21: The Lord's pray begins and ends with worship. 
Worship is
a prayer of professing who God is: Our Father who is in heaven,
a prayer of admiration of God: Hallowed be Your name,
a prayer of expectation: Your Kingdom come,
a prayer of submission: Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven,
a prayer of supplication: Give us this day our daily bread,
a prayer of confession: And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors,
a prayer of subjection: And do not lead us into temptation but deliver us from evil,
a prayer of recognition: For Yours is the kingdom, and the power and the glory forever and ever, Amen.
The Lord's pray begins and ends with worship.

February: But
You have heard, but
Here is what Jesus says about personal relationships from the Sermon on the Mount.
v. 21 You have heard, 'You shall not commit murder,' but I say that everyone angry with his brother shall be guilty. (short version) Remember, you are forgiven of your many trespasses, so be reconciled to your brother.
v.27 You have heard, 'You shall not commit adultery,' but I say that to look at another in lust has already committed adultery. Mediate on God's Word, redirect your thinking, and stop before it becomes problematic.
v. 33 You have heard, 'You shall not make a false vow (lie) but fulfill your vow to the Lord,' but let your words be true.
v. 38. You have heard, 'An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, but I say I do not take personal retribution, let justice (Law) deal with lawbreakers or the unjust. The Mosaic law was one of limitations. It was a type of measured grace.
v. 43 You have heard, You shall love neighbor and hate your enemy, but I say to you, love your enemy.
Jesus came not only to fulfill the Law but also to show the context of the commandment, correct the corruption of the Law, and show how grace was to be applied.
We are to stand firm against evil and trust the legal system that God ordained for justice; we don't seek personal revenge, knowing that vengeance belongs to God. The but in the Sermon on the Mount clarifies the Law and how to apply grace as we walk by faith.

God expects us to love and find a way to love.
How much to love? God's love is a resource that never runs dry.

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Get Out of Your Head by Jennie Allen: Stop the spiraling of toxic thoughts. 

1. Your thoughts produce actions that echo out into eternity. We cannot shut down but must operate within our God-given purpose. We have the power to think like Jesus because we have the indwelling Holy Spirit. You are not a victim of your thoughts. EX: Jennie describes Paul as a religious terrorist.

2. List of enemies and weapons: Noise vs Silence
Stillness comes in letting go.
Sometimes we are overwhelmed, our faith shaken,
sometimes we are just tired and need rest,
sometimes we have lost our way, darkness overwhelms.
Despite our circumstances, God calls us to him. PS 23
Take an intermission and rest.
A respite brings clarity.

3. Stillness comes in letting go.
Let go of insecurities: Romans 8:1-2
“Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death”
Let go of the fight: Exodus 14:14
"The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Let go of doubt, ask for help: Matthew 11:28
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
Let go of resentment: Colossians 3:15
"And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful."
Let go of worry: 1 Peter 5:7
"Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you"

4. Quiet is when I can hear myself think.
Quiet is silence around me, rest from busyness, undisturbed quiet time, sitting outside in the cool of the evening.
Quiet is not complaining, ruminating, sorting out precious thoughts and memories, unscrambling my thoughts.
Quiet is waiting for the Lord to speak and for me to listen.

5. The mind set of the spirit yields: spiritual consequences, life, peace, discernment, forgiveness. The same spirit that raised Jesus from the dead can raise me up.

6. Pray for awe in my life. God has an abundance of joy and delight for us—in this life.

7. Intentionality=Focus. Remove the time-consuming clutter in my life. Intentionality and gratefulness (humility) are choices we can make to fight the enemy and stop our spiraling thoughts. Think on these things: whatever is true, right, pure, lovely, of good repute, excellence, worthy of praise.

8. This is our thought process. Andrew Murray: Humility is perfect quietness of the heart, when all around is trouble, I can go the Father, kneel, and step in a deep sea of calmness

9. I can do all things through Christ Jesus.

10. God has called us to joy, to have hope and to persevere.

NAHAWRIMO Feburary Poems 2025

Leaf canopy
secret Smultronställe
spring sparkles


Smultronställe - A Place For a
rare moment of peaceful tranquility
Seasons begins with
hot roller dogs and
hanging out with
my best friend.
Hot diggity dog,
bases loaded,
crack to left field,
crowd goes wild.

Hanging out with
my best friend
hot diggity dog.
Dickey Stephens Park
Traveler's Fan
The season begins.
His arms wrapped around her tight, covering her with prayers at night. 

Gentle art of letting go, unchained love freely flow.

Restful peace seals their bond, with trust, two heartbeats respond.

Carried through by love's heartbeat, a restful peace seals their bond.
silence broken
winter creaks
lost footfalls
wintry threnodies
vermilion cardinals
exquisite encomium

(encomium means praise)
Vibrant winter blooms 
Cast against a snowy canvas,
beneath brooding skies
frozen heart
a kind touch
melting point
February 6 is SIERRA NEVADA
snow-cap mountains
giant sequoias
ant sympathizer
standing on the ridge
nature's beauty shines
altered point of view
Mt Magazine, AR
Picture by R Bronte Brown/ South Korea
Feb 3 Summit
Standing between worlds
piercing the sky, the summit
glimpses immortality
February 1 is EVEREST.

the gentle art of letting go
carried through by love's heartbeat
reaching Everest
February 2 is MOUNTAIN.

Picturesque shapes
lurking unseen in the shadows-
craggy contours

Feb 24 Crevasse
Picturesque
craggy contours
hidden crevasses
February 4 Volcano
Crusty plates
Tectonic ring of fire
silent vents, ticking

spewing chatter
of a jaded woman
seismically clueless.

cool surface
a woman's silence
red hot underneath

Volcano or Tsunami

Rumble, grumble
growing, growling, seething,
politics
Feb 5 Moraine
weathered beauties
moraine remains,
jumbled genesis
His arms wrapped around her tight and covered her with prayers at night. 

The gentle art of letting go, unchained love freely flows.

A restful peace seals their bond, responding in trust; the two heartbeats become one.

This is what women want: to know they are protected, loved, provided for, and safe as they care for their families. And yes, women want to work, be heard, and be understood, but to arrest fears- understand the words above. Arguing with your husband when he wraps you in prayer is hard.
tickled pink
sun's in-sync
rising star
The Saguaro cactus survives int the Sonoran Desert  and is an important ecological pollen trail for the lesser long-nosed bat. The Saguaro Cactus releases its scented flower to attract this tiny bat. Leptos bats fly at night by scented highways, which is time for their migration. Enticed by this heavily scented trail, this bat hunts by smell and sight. The cactus flower glistens in the moonlight like a beacon. Mutual survival, ecosystem sustainers, man, the land, and bat survive. 

Nature’s pollen connector
Saguaro Cactus

Leptos bats fly at night,
guided by scented highways.
timed for their migration.

Flower-powered highways,
bats follow the nectar trail,
and hunt by smell and sight.

Mutual survival
Ecosystem sustainers
Man, land, and the bat.

Leptos is a nickname for the lesser long-nosed bat.
seismic shift of public opinion, winning avalanche
Feb 8 Avalanche
Feb 10 Peak
Pistol Pete
44.2 points per game
LSU career peak

Pete Maravich set an NCAA record that holds true for today. The assembly center at LSU is now called the Pete Maravich Assembly Center (PMAC) in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Feb 17 Serac
towering serac
between two crevasses
artful deception

Ice towers
built on deceit
will crumble
Meat for Tea Review submission 
Silky smooth glacier
Shimmering ice sheets
what lies beneath
Feb 7 Glacier
life is a vapor
but it leaves a trail,
sweet and memorable
Andes' biodiversity
tropical, arid, wet,
life choices.

Adaptability
is key to finding
your fit.
Feb 9 NaHaiWriMo
Pinnacle Mountain
stair steps to slipper boulders
not for novice hikers

Pinnacle Mountain is the second-highest natural point in Pulaski County, Arkansas.
elegant skier
vs a flailing flier
my mind's eye lies
Feb 16 skier
the night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness, tomorrow sleeps
or
dreams dance
on silvery moonbeams,
tomorrow sleeps
complementary
one out shines the other
or muted a blend.
packed piste
slick and black
any green slopes
February 12 piste
eventide falls on one
mountain range as dawn rises
on another
Alpine butterfly-
climbing, connecting, creating attachments,
loop to loop

climbing, connecting
creating attachments
alpine butterfly loop
February 18
Window in time
for the vertical summit
what's in a name?

Identity
Whose? Denali or Mount McKinley
I've seen both
I cannot say
Appalachian ties
rooted in the Ozark,
mountain music
NaHaiWriMo prompt for February 20 is APPALACHIANS.
sliding seamlessly 
uninterrupted syllabic note
downhill slope
safely tucked
under subnivean snow,
revealing rain
decluttering
letting go of time itself
finding new horizons
when the space is clutter so is the mind, reclaim space, simplify life. 
relentless onslaught
freezing, thawing, loose scree
lost footfalls
February 19 Cairn
marked for battle
from the Jordan River
a cairn of twelve stones

markers along a trail
a connection, a guide for
redeeming the lost
wave of rolling hills
reaching its summit,
hilltop view

Eagle's perch
Petite Jean State Park
NaHaiWriMo prompt for February 21 hilltop
relentless onslaught
revealing heart's scree
lost footfalls
Fairfield Bay AR
combination of two haiku
Leaf canopy
secret Smultronställe
spring sparkles

where imagination,
fairies and pixies
play
South Korea
Eventide falls on one mountain range as dawn rises on another.

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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
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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

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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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