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Winter’s Lace 

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 color delight, 
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,
whimsical, star-shaped clusters 
greet winter’s end. 

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

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

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

Across a stark alabaster landscape, 
autumn falls silent;  
pansies persist.

Bleak and bitter, yet in defiance, 
Narcissus lifts its radiant face.

A small ray of sunshine, 
burnishing a crepuscular gloam, 
Wendy’s Gold rises.

Lucille’s Squill emits its whimsical scent 
As the season turns. 



Write an imaginative landscape poem without using snow, snowy or wintry terms- atmospheric implication, art of resistance.

a brief magic moment
nighttide meets at winter's gate
light concatenates

#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed 

A magical moment, 
the sun stands still-
winter begins -

with a brisk, 
                cold 
                          chill. 
#haikusaturday #poems

Christmas Eve Night
Prelude to a noiseless world
Daybreak the fun begins

Wintry winds whistling 
Autumn's last dance-
a graceful genuflection
#haiku #HaikuSaturday

In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours.
or
On silvery threads, dreams dance with joyous leaps.
Dreams dancing on silvery threads are for keeps.  

Imaginative 
Sheer trails appear laced with ice feathers,
Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures. 

Tiered January sky, nothing leaves a mark. 
Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.

More verses: WIP 

Imaginative 
Imaginative trails appear laced with ice feathers,
Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures. 

Sheer January sky, nothing leaves a mark. 
Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.

In sparkled light, night recedes, tomorrow sleeps

Dreams dance 
on silvery moonbeams 
while tomorrow sleeps. 

Molecules and particles 
testing each other, establishing 
sanditon boundaries. 

Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand. 

Sarah and Hagar
Twelve sons from each
A Lion and a wild donkey,
battle for supremacy
in the Middle East

Sandillion boundaries
seismic shifting, waiting to erupt, in the Middle East,
Russia and Ukraine.

The bad and the ugly of
Territorial boundaries,
where is the good?  

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.

In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars 
tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours. 

In sparkled light, 
night recedes-
tomorrow sleeps 

Dreams dancing on 
silvery threads are 
for keeps.
Short form:

Night recedes in 
dancing dreams, tomorrow sleeps
in sparkled light. 

(WIP) #HaikuSaturday
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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.
----
the night sky frolics
  under silvery moonbeams
   in stillness, 

dreams dance 
on silvery moonbeams,
tomorrow sleeps- 

seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside

Suffering:
Fear and darkness abide side-by-side, hiding the old crone of despair.

Cohorts of hatred entrench themselves against the light.

Incoherent thoughts rattle the brain, searing the heart. 

Stirred perturbation (agitation) summons dementia.

Death grins from the abyss, as the human soul withers.

Yet, darkness recoils at the light. 

The old crone flees, abandoning despair. 

Defeated, Death returns to the abyss.

Light enters, dispelling darkness.

Love’s glow lights the way, sparking hope. 

Life, light, and love embrace the soul.

What specific events or experiences led to the presence of fear and darkness? 

How can love specifically counteract despair and the influence of death? 

What does the journey from darkness to light look like for those who struggle with despair?

Drugs and confusion act 
as cohorts.
summoning dementia to rattle 
the brain,
Stirring perturbation 
pərdərˈbāSH(ə)n/, 
darkness settles in.
Darkness cannot extinguish light. 
shrinks away [recoils/ flees]from light. The old crone gags (gags) in despair

A dawning light hums,
the eternal once wrapped in clay,
has set Terra free. (resurrection)

The Troubadour sings,   
illuminating darkness
with salvation's song,

His message rings true. 
A gift of grace freely given
honoring choice.

The song of the church
is the gospel story of
God's eternal plan. 

The harvest complete, 
the church caught up, 
Israel will once again 
have a hand in redeeming
Man. 

Santa's toys
And Christmas morn can
Never replace
Thankful hearts
And God's grace 
#AcrosticAdvent #AcrosticAdventChallenge #poetry #acrosticpoem #Santa #WinterIce

Anticipation.
To the Father's delight, 
Emmanuel was born

The Eastern Star shone 
through the night
illuminating the way.

The Word sang a melody
for my heart to hear,
poignant and pure.
 
For those with ears
to hear, it was soft 
and gentle. 

Akin to the beats
of hummingbird wings, arrived
a whispered message.

A songless world 
yearned for echos of the
Troubadour’s aria.

Prophecies of old fulfilled,
arousing a sanguine hope,
for redeeming mankind.

An Angel announced
the King's arrival.
He dwelt with us.

The dawning light
 of a new beginning 
 slates our thirst.

synonyms for light:
beam blink burn dazzle flash flicker glare gleam glisten glitter glow illuminate radiate shimmer sparkle twinkle. 

Winter Stores
Charlotte Brontë

We take from life one little share,
   And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
   From tears and sadness free.

And, haply, Death unstrings his bow,
   And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
   The sunshine of the heart.

Existence seems a summer eve,
   Warm, soft, and full of peace;
Our free, unfettered feelings give
   The soul its full release.

A moment, then, it takes the power
   To call up thoughts that throw
Around that charmed and hallowed hour,
   This life’s divinest glow.

But Time, though viewlessly it flies,
   And slowly, will not stay;
Alike, through clear and clouded skies,
   It cleaves its silent way.

Alike the bitter cup of grief,
   Alike the draught of bliss,
Its progress leaves but moment brief
   For baffled lips to kiss.

The sparkling draught is dried away,
   The hour of rest is gone,
And urgent voices, round us, say,
   “Ho, lingerer, hasten on!”

And has the soul, then, only gained,
   From this brief time of ease,
A moment’s rest, when overstrained,
   One hurried glimpse of peace?

No; while the sun shone kindly o’er us,
   And flowers bloomed round our feet, —
While many a bud of joy before us
   Unclosed its petals sweet, —

An unseen work within was plying;
   Like honey-seeking bee,
From flower to flower, unwearied, flying,
   Laboured one faculty, —

Thoughtful for Winter’s future sorrow,
   Its gloom and scarcity;
Prescient to-day of want to-morrow,
   Toiled quiet Memory.

’Tis she that from each transient pleasure
    Extracts a lasting good;
’Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure
    To serve for winter’s food.

And when Youth’s summer day is vanished,
   And Age brings winter’s stress,
Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished,
   Life’s evening hours will bless.