With the last harvest winter comes, the weary soul find rest.
@Blue_Owl #HaikuSaturday Grace
Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates.
Summer's warmth lingers. Harvest-in, farmer's delight- Sweet whispers of thanks.
Winter winds whistling Indian Summer's last stance Bowing gracefully Posted Haiku Foundation for Early Harvest Aug 2022
Indian Summer Harvest-in, farmer's delight- Sweet whispers of thanks.
The Last Harvest By RL Brown
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 aureate hues.
(short version) Face eastward Harvest moon rises radiating aureate hues
Extravagant colors! A 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.
frozen heart a kind touch melting point
When your soul has lost the fear of God’s design, you travel the road of fools.
When your soul’s meaningful purpose is lost, you search for your significance.
When you separate your soul from your heart, you fall into depths of despair.
When your soul is empty, you fill it with things.
When your soul yearns for love, you sacrifice your character.
But...
When your soul listens for God's whisper, you discern the words of the fool.
When your soul is filled with meaning, you find your purpose.
When your soul is linked to Jesus, you are filled with understanding.
When your soul is full, you pour out God’s wondrous love.
When your soul is loved, you stand your ground.
Truth-
Jesus is the solid rock, immovable and perfect.
God’s design is for you to know HIM.
Morning stillness Rhythmic movement Zephyr and leaf
#HaikuSatuday #haikuchallenge My brother passed away on July 28. His funeral was at the Biloxi National Cemetery on August 16. At the end of his funeral, a gentle southern breeze blew during the final prayer.
Signs of the time, policies align a shift in the fault line. Is America given another chance to redeem herself? November's vote will tell.
Wind rustles the leaves Trees shimmer, yawning deeply Anticipation
Rustling leaves Yawning trees Anticipating fall
seasonal leaves grounding roots, true friends- the rings inside
the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, dreams come
night recedes behind the stars- no thought to pending troubles tomorrow sleeps
cool breeze comes summer seeds fall waiting to be reborn
Summer's heat softens with autumn golden hues, coming stillness.
temperature rising the sun's playful banter evening's delight
Evening's warm hues cast a spell of tranquility.
brewing storms turbulent waters troubled horizon
“Enchanted Pool” by Twatchman John-18th century
The Lie said to the Truth, "Let's take a bath together, the water is very nice. The Truth, still suspicious, tested the water and found out it really was nice. So they got naked and bathed. But suddenly, the Lie leapt out of the water and fled, wearing the clothes of the Truth. The Truth, furious, raced out of the pond to get her clothes back. But the World, upon seeing the naked Truth, looked away, with anger and contempt. Poor Truth returned to the pond and disappeared forever, hiding her shame. Since then, the Lie runs around the world, dressed as the Truth, and society is very happy-because the world has no desire to know the naked Truth. Painting: “Enchanted Pool” by Twatchman John-18th century Copied and pasted author anonymous
Poison ivy, poison oak, who cares? Itching everywhere. Gloves on, reading a book.
Butterfly wings shimmering in the sunlight, a refractile kaleidoscope or Refractile kaleidoscope shimmering sunlight- butterfly wings
evening shadow on crisscrossing paths, uninterrupted
slow, slow, quick-quick slow light dances on the water footprints in the sand
a rhythmic beat slow slow quick quick slow lover's cadence
Yes, Flowers Have Favorites, too!
Fuzzy bees that run the world, busy beats, their wings uncurled. Orchard bees seek apple trees, guided by a fragrant breeze. Bees create a honey treat- of lavender so pure and sweet.
Fragrant flowers spread their scent, whiffs, and swirls in spring’s advent. Flowers mixed with pollen threads, blooming hues of blues and reds. Golden pearls spread all about, gathered by a little scout.
Tiny dancers run the world, silent beats, their wings impearled. Butterflies from all around follow scents that hug the ground. Dancing feet atop a bloom, search for nectar to consume.
Clustered flowers, vivid hues Yellows, reds but no blues, Flower seeds secure their worth, stretch their roots in fertile earth. Coneflowers and scattered seeds- paired best with butterfly weeds.
Nature’s treeswifts guide the world, Hums and beats, their wings unfurled. Hummingbirds need constant fuel. Trumpet flowers attract this jewel. Forward, backward, upside down. These dashing fliers zip around.
Golden flowers, brilliant blooms Entice birds with shiny plumes. Blazing Star to Geranium, Coral Bells to Delphinium. Flower meadows, patchwork plots, Scattered seeds in local lots.
Swimming with cousins and playing with friends, hoping summer will never end. Hopscotch with sea shells, swinging high through the air, outside till dark and roaming free without a care. Farmer's market down the street loaded with snacks ready to eat. Family picnics with seed-spitting contests and fresh corn on the cob— the simple things show how blessed you are.
An early morning thought: I snuggle in a blanket with socks to warm my toes. A hot latte warms my insides and a cool breeze tickles my nose. I slow down and take some time to enjoy this savory view.
a realized dream worked for embodies a bigger adventure. (or leads to a)
Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.
skywater blue rippling, replenishing a hidden gems
skywater blue falls rippling, revealing life's bioluminescence
Picture by BronteBrown FFBay AR
Back and forth the ground swishes with zephyr thoughts
hammock swishing, brain on neutral
Skipping through the air, my shadow and I were in perfect sync. Skipping hand in hand, our shadows in perfect sync.
icy shields replaced with watery trails and slippery slime.
or slippery biofilm.
Find clarity in a world of words with perspicacious zeal.
In God's Word, seek perspicacious clarity.
His mysteries revealed by the Holy Spirit.
Spring arrives as the sun melts the crusty earth solar rays tickle the fertile dirt; sheltered seeds shed their winter coats, earthworms dig underground moats.
Spring sings while a gentle zephyr carries light seeds; loam provides for their needs, temperamental clouds scatter showers in time to enjoy spring flowers!
Feminine esse' Sparkling soul muliebrity
Inner and outer beauty shines when the esse' of a woman's soul sparkles. Glimpses for a man to see and lifetime to understand. RL Brown This was in definite need of a rewrite. When a woman's inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, the esse' of femininity is truly seen. Complementary muliebrity of feminine beauty, shines.
Complementary feminine muliebrity beauty, shines.
complementary muliebrity, her soul sparkles with femininity's essence.
Odd occurrences, the laundry basket is empty- every sock is matched.
Ladybug, Ladybug, where are you? My roses serving lunch, aphids on the menu.
Vast political views peevish divisive verve schismatic vexing vibe @Bleu_Owl vast, verve, vibe short form Vast views schismatic verve vexing vibe
distance horizon turbulent waters trouble coming-- or distance troubles storms on the horizon turbulence ahead. or brewing storms turbulent waters troubled horizon
Evening's warm hues cast a spell of tranquility
summer tune buzzing harmonies or soulful harmonies
cicadas sing a soulful tune in sync with a summer harmony In sync a soulful tune summer's harmony in sync cicadas sing.
birdsong cease spiders drop their web elliptical darkness
a prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison.
A prismatic wash of golden rain, sweet benison. #HaikuSaturday #haiku @whiptailjournal @Bleu_Owl
Green grass everywhere. My grass is green, and my blueberries are turning. Spring is here.
Good morning, Sunshine! Taking in the day, no plans. Boketto moments.
Boketto gazing is a mind free of thought- just breathe. (my definition) Source: Lost in Translation by Ella Frances Sanders
Glimmering moonbridge, Playful beams skipping off black water. Mångata reverie (Swedish noun)
shimmering cadence, of light and dark skipping along an ocean moon bridge, a playful Mångata
moonlight skips on dark waters
raining pink petals seeds of new life- genesis
sweet benison of sunlit air and golden rain, a prismatic wash April 2023
morning beauty bathe in sunlight glistening pearls
Meraki essence creatively giving flower or poem, Meraki. meh ruh kai
The moon so tiny hides the sun. Settle in for nighttime fun. Protective glasses on your face, time to watch the moon's race. When the diamond disappears, a glowing moon appears. Now the sun is completely hidden, so looking at me is no longer forbidden. Once the diamond reappears, look away or beware of flowing tears.
As Judas, in his willful rejection, walked daily beside Jesus, a contrasting hope was about to be born.
Judas’ callous heart longed for an earthly king, which led to betrayal with a sealed traitor’s kiss.
Blind ignorance prevailed. The Pharisees denied their Messiah, and Jerusalem cried out, unable to see.
A despairing loss, overcome by fear, caused hope to flee. Peter denied Him.
Overwhelming grief filled John. He cannot contain his tears as his Messiah died.
Dementia cried out. Darkness enveloped the cross as death’s grip shook the earth.
We, too, walk daily beside the true Messiah, unmoved by the truth and unable to see the light of hope.
Heartbreaking loneliness, man’s despair descended to hell’s depths. Where is hope?
YET,
The morning light hummed with renewed hope. The eternal, wrapped in clay, set Terra free. The Troubadour sang, illuminating the darkness with the song of salvation.
His message rings true: a gift of grace freely given honors choice. The church’s song is the gospel story of God’s eternal plan.
When the harvest is complete, marking the end of the church age, Israel will again have a hand in redeeming man.
The Christmas Story: The Arrival of the Troubadour
The Arrival of the Troubadour
Anticipation filled the air. To the Father’s delight, Emmanuel was born as a beacon in a world shrouded in darkness. The Eastern Star shone brightly through the night, illuminating the path to future hopes.
The Word sang a melody for my heart, a beautiful and poignant tune that resonates within the soul. For those with ears to hear, it was soft and gentle. Like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wings, a whispered message arrived.
Gabriel announced the arrival of the King; Jesus dwelt among us. The prophecies of old were fulfilled, awakening a sanguine hope for mankind’s redemption.
The longing for heaven’s echo of the Troubadour’s aria in a songless world. The dawning light of a new beginning quenches our thirst, bringing renewed hope in man’s redemption story.
Beginning of a New Year
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.
There’s nothing like a country bear dancing at the county fair. Joining in, a city sow twirling to a graceful bow. Hand-to-hand in promenade stance, two partners, ready to dance. With’a two-step wiggle bop, jumping to a wobble hop. Polly pocket shuffle scoot, showing off in leather boots.
histrionics the love of storytelling stories of old (or a mother's voice)
Here was second option: Hallo's Eve comes once a year when certain creatures reappear. Pumpkin faces scare the dead, filling ghouls full of dread. Jack-O-Lantern fools the gnome, we're disguised, free roam. Around the corner, house insight, dare we run with all our might. Safe inside we dance with glee. Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.
flowers to fruit white to green, green to purple spring stemming
Nouns and verbs are predictable for lemming. Good and better are a miss for stemming. Having some fun Word game done Confused, no one is condemning. #LimerickSunday #linguistics
March fantasy orange blossoms, a delicate scent lingering love
Orange blossoms a delicate scent of lingering love March fantasy
Spring
Slipping through the morning's dew sunlight cracks the dawn
chee-pippety-chee songbirds greet morning’s first light- with an arias of praise
kitty in the weeds a blue jay’s catcall-warning, a tail twitching taunt
cool zephyr breeze flows over tender grasses goose pimples giggle.
a rye bluegrass mix, tickles bare feet, soothe the soul doubly comfy, AAh- (45)
Rudbeckia titters, roots stretch in fertile earth. Pollinizers play.
deep within the earth's roots generational stories intertwine
Here are the remaining full moons in 2024: April 23: Pink Moon. May 23: Flower Moon. June 21: Strawberry Moon. July 21: Buck Moon. Aug. 19: Sturgeon Moon Sept. 17: Harvest Moon. Oct. 17: Hunter’s Moon. Nov. 15: Beaver Moon. Dec. 15: Cold Moon.
March hurricane prelude whirlybirds in the wind bliss ignorance
wrapped by clouded storms, dark tornadoes, the March winds rumble.
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.
Copperheads seek to fill their bellies, Cicadas beware.
raining pink petals seeds of new life- genesis
Sky-watchers tarry as the moons of March herald change,
Spring's first Full Moon frozen earth relents.
Rusted ceiling bolts serve as a reminder of the old porch swing.
Life ends, yet lives on where (when) memories flow.
the lack of coziness and warmth, e-books no page turns, miss flipping
March Equinox, perfectly balanced, spring arrives.
Moons of March Sky looks down on Earth with the dark eye of a new moon, spring winks at the stars. Seeds shed winter's shield, roots stretch in fertile dirt- March winds howl for spring. Muddling nightcrawlers rise under the Worm Moon- loam stirs, breaking free. Foretoken of spring, marsh marigolds in damp fields Hoverflies delight. The Sugar Moon shines as silver Maples release sweet sap, March winds heralding change. Terrestrial tides collide, rising high, but twice a year, the sun and moon poised. The March Equinox, a perfectly balanced day, spring arrives.
There’s nothing like a country bear dancing at the county fair. Joining in, a city sow twirling to a graceful bow. Hand-in-hand promenade stance, two partners, ready to dance. With’a two-step wiggle-bop, jumping to a wobble-hop. Polly pocket shuffle scoot, showing off in leather boots.
Here was second option: Hallo's Eve comes once a year when certain creatures reappear. Pumpkin faces scare the dead, filling ghouls full of dread. Jack-O-Lantern fools the gnome, we're disguised, free roam. Around the corner, house insight, dare we run with all our might. Safe inside, we dance with glee. Jack-O-Lantern smiles at me.
January Kindness Month Kind words are like honey, sweet to the soul and healthy for the body. Proverbs 16:24 Kindness towards someone else, helps them feel seen, appreciated, and valued.
Kindness is like a ripple. 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.
Every act of KINDNESS creates a ripple. Each little thing we do goes out into the world touching more and more people. What will you do to start a ripple of kindness today?
He hath showed thee, O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God? Micah 6:8
Others books: Mixed by Arree Chung I Talk Like a River by Jordan Scott I intend to develop lesson plans for these two, but I can't keep the books long enough to do so--good books never get returned. The Invisible Boy by Trudy Ludwig (lessons on TpT) Eyes that Kiss in the Corner by Joanna Ho One by Kathryn Otoshi
All poems are by RL Brown and cannot be published without permission.
Wintry winds whistling ceaseless threnodies
Vermillion cardinal resplendent and showy pulchritudinous
It was not an easy door to open
my creativity-
a vain impression of my imagination,
real or not, I see. #FromOneLine
Piquancy of passion wrapped in zeal radiates earnestly Owl Nest zeal, zone, zest
Psalm 34:18 The Lord is always near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. My pastor preached on Philippines 4. Rejoice always, and in everything by prayer, and supplication with thanksgiving, let your heart (request) be made known to God. God knows your heart but do we? Paul was able to face persecution because Paul knew his own heart and the heart of God
God established Time Knowing God- Time is a fixed entity that is set for a season and is always moving forward. God cannot undo time. God's purposes are unchangeable and set for a season of salvation as a test to man's free will. (Hebrews 6:17-18) There is no variation or shifting of shadows for God's unchangeable plan. All things being possible for God ( Phil 4:13, Matt 19:26) is predicated on a few impossibilities concerning His nature. God cannot lie and therefore He is the plumb-line for the truth to be measured. God exists outside of time. He is the Alpha and Omega. Imagine God holding the ribbon of time, the beginning in one hand to the end in the other. He surveys all of time, simultaneously.
(NOTE: Moses convinced God not to destroy Israel for their unbelief and events were change when David prayed and ask God what would happen if he remained in the city. So David left and Saul did not attack.)
The Power of God's Word
We have entered an age where everyone is right in their own eyes. Each version is at odds with the other. God's Word is the plumb line by which all truth is measured. A plumb line is a weight suspended from a string used as a vertical reference line to ensure a structure is centered. God cannot lie; it is impossible for him to do so; therein lies the power of His Word.
Hebrews 4:12, For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires.
Psalm 119:105, Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.
God loves your soul like the soil loves the tree.
God's Word is the soil where we firmly root our faith.
The soil gives the tree all the space it needs to grow.
God's will is His Word.
It is not a roadmap but a relationship.
God is more interested in what you become than what you do.
Colossians 1:9.
Having received Christ Jesus as Lord, you are:
firmly rooted,
grounded,
built up in Him, and
overflowing with gratitude-
one faith, one hope, one Lord.
Comfort comes by knowing that you are firmly rooted.
Love your God-given soul like the soil loves the tree.
Jabbering gibberish, over the tongue, slipping, tripping, skipping. Seamless syllables of streaming sound, the words whisper- don’t give up. or Short version: streaming sounds whisper, don't give up.
Poetry Pea Video Prompt for Submission
first snow falling softly warm thoughts
Still, cold, frozen white icicle glistening. Droplets drip amid a frozen field, nature's water fountain
Piquancy of passion wrapped in zeal radiates earnestly zeal, zest, zone
not forget, less it be repeated
hide your love in my heart hide in love my heart hide in your love my heart
whiptail journal challenge
Costal charmers adorned in titivated lace Memories of a lissome dance Gene transfer evolution, clueless aftermath a buccolic field jaded by time Iridescent threads woven in the heart. If rain no longer fell, would tears cease to flow? If longing is understood, would yearing fade?
wonder, whisper, whim.
wondering aimlessly a nefarious wind sent with ill-content.
whispers of inspiration, a notion under wonderment- writing again.
Practical application from Arree in a haiku format. Or the last line might say: write it down
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku #amwriting A whisper of inspiration, a notion under wonderment- I'm writing again. @Bleu_Owl wonder, whisper, whim.
whispers of inspiration a notion under wonderment writing again.
inspiration whispers a notion under wonderment, writing again
inspiration wonderment writing
On gradient winds, matching a clarion call Eagles hitch a ride.
words packaged neat and tidy a haiku
Packaged neat and tidy, a haiku
Pacing a playful beat by tapping your feet
or Tappin' your feet to a playful beat
(drums, cymbals, chimes, tambourines)
Razzmatazz of New Orlins jazz (horns, Naw Orlins.)
Soulful swing played on horsehair string.(fiddler)
a scurrying squirrel pivot hiding or (privet hiding) seen response to: William Vlach
@vbvlach a hawk listens for scurrying feet, winter park
whispers of inspiration,
a notion under wonderment-
writing again
Real life see others as they are familiar and strange
clean water smells rest in the moonless dark tomorrow is today
I want a big one the size of my shoes,labeled Harry Suitcase Simpson
Route 66 Lightening fast McQueen's Porsche
one takes a journey the other stays home renunited, stories to tell
My thoughts trail behind as I pass through the doorway, forgotten.
January NaHaiWriMo
Tenacious trekkers journey through a rarely-seen ribbon of time.
Patterned pathways of speckled sunlight guiding avid adventurers.
Dangling treasure for avid adventurers, hidden in nature.
Wedding Blessing: A verse in Colossians speaks of being rooted in faith, growing in knowledge and overflowing with gratitude- one faith, hope, and Lord. The cord of faith in Jesus binds you, and dreams for your future begin with God’s guiding hand of love. Your faith in Jesus, the fullness of hope, and love for each other tie you together. You become one as you blend your lives to complement each other. Love each other like the soil loves the tree and gives it all the space it needs.
Lesser long nose bat flies through the night.
Hunting Agave plants by smell and sight.
Agave is sweeter than honey.
Its nectar is thin and runny.
For this night flier, it’s a great delight. Limerick Sunday
National Geographic Picture https://www.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/facts/lesser-long-nosed-bat
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