Sun and moon poised on a morrowless day equinoctial time shift
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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.
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."
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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.”
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!
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.
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
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
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
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 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
Andy Perrin @aperrincycling · 43m Replying to @RhondaLBrown2 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.
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.
celestial alignment rare one/25/25 an eventide view Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune, be on the lookout tonight or now, depending on where you are.
President Donald J Trump was fond of the campaign stump. Mover, shaker, and policymaker, Unlike President Nixon, the Quaker.
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 Show more
original 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
As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath, trees fold into a counterfeit death.
A magical moment when the sun stands still, winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistens frosty precip amenities. Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.
Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau. Betwixt two of astral stars, the moon hangs bright, eerie wolf howls echo through the night.
Playful trickery, a spring bud pops its head. Winter snaps and tucks it back to bed.
Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight - Israel's long awaited hope. The Word sang a poignant story, a pure melody.
It was a melodious tune for those with a heart to hear. The whispered melody arrived as soft as the tiny beats of hummingbird wings.
The dawning light of a new beginning altered our precepts, arousing a sanguine hope in a song-less world.
The morning light hummed as angels sang the Troubadour's song of man's redemptive story.
Picture & Poem by rbrontebrown
WIP Emmanuel was born to the Father's delight. Israel’s long-awaited hope. The Word reveal its melody.
It was a soft, melodious tune for those with hearts to hear. Its whispered melody arrived as soft as the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing.
(Wip) It was a soft, melodious tune for those with hearts to hear. Its psithuric melody whispered softly as whispered wings.
The dawn of a new beginning altered our precepts, arousing a sanguine hope in a songless world.
The morning light hummed. Angel marveled. the Troubadour arrived. of man's redemptive story.
Haiku version
Anticipation, to the Father's delight, Emmanuel is born
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.
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.
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.
Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight -Israel’s long-awaited hope. The Word sang a poignant story. A pure melody for each heart.
It was a soft, melodious tune for those with ears to hear. The whispered melody arrived like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing.
The dawning light of a new beginning altered our precepts and notions, arousing a sanguine hope in a songless world.
The morning light hummed as the Light sang Troubadour’s song of man's redemptive story.
Black Bough Poetry Submission 2. The Troubadour’s Song
Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight. Israel’s long-awaited hope. The Word sang a pure melody.
It was a soft, melodious tune for those with hearts to hear. Its whispered melody arrived as soft as the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing.
The dawn of a new beginning altered our precepts, arousing a sanguine hope in a songless world.
The morning light hummed as angels sang the Troubadour’s song of man's redemptive story.
Haiku version
Anticipation, to the Father's delight, Emmanuel is born
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.
12/13/2024- Long Distance Christmas
I miss family gatherings at Mamaw’s house. I miss Christmas morning with my kids waking up too early to spy on the Christmas tree. I miss family time at the Christmas Eve candlelight service. But that is okay when they are carrying on and building their own traditions with their family—as they are a long distance away, so I decorate with fond memories as I hang ornaments on the tree, waiting for sweet visitors to come.
As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath, trees fold into a counterfeit death.
A magical moment when the sun stands still, winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistens frosty precip amenities. Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.
Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau. Betwixt two of astral stars,the moon hangs bright, eerie wolf howls echo through the night.
Playful trickery as spring buds pop their head. Winter snaps, not yet, and tucks them back in bed.
[rhythmic and end rhyme]
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Rhythmic and end rhyme Wintry Threnodies As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Trees fold into a counterfeit death sleeping silently amidst winter's breath.
A magical moment, the sun stands still- winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistening frosty precip amenities. Amid a frozen field, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop mid-stream for a sip.
Between two stars, the moon hangs bright, wolf howls echo through the night. Mice tucked warmly under a subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau.
February trickery, spring buds pop their head, Winter snaps- not yet, and puts them back to bed.
wintry winds whistling a graceful genuflection, Autumn's last dance-
climactic moment nightide meets at Winter's gate light concatenates
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