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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 nightide 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 nightide 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 bension 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 nightide 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 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!
Spring Sings! By RL Brown
A Pastoral Cacophony
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
https://twitter.com/haiku_genius/status/1899671699039125931/photo/1

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.
---
 
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.

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

	


	





	

		
January Poems 2025
	


	
	

		

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.

Clerihew- rhyming couplets, Jan. 20, 2025





pastoral cacophony 
robins, warblers, blackbirds
antiphonal tweets

morning’s song returns 
chee-pippety-chee
spring arias

dawn’s light hums
dreams dance on ember’s shadow
young hearts sing





tanka WIP

the night sky frolics
tomorrow sleeps, dreams skate 
on imaginative trails,
dancing on silvery threads,
knitting our hearts together.


the gentle psithurism  
of a wooed heart, 
she catches her breath or (catching her breath)
slowly, evanescing, 
yet time spins memories of you


reminiscent of
a weathered beauty
the gentle psithurism
of a wooed heart, evanescing-
yet time spins memories of you. 

laden white
resplendent splendor 
pulchritudinous beauty 
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku 
Scenes from Arkansas






dancing in the sky
rhythmic beauty
synchronous flow

swallow dance

shimmering night cadence
skipping across a frozen plateau
Mangata reverie

laden white 
resplendent splendor  
pulchritudinous beauty  
#HaikuSaturday






evening surround sound- 
life nestles, tweets and twitters cease
swissssh goes the porch swing





seasonal changes,
sturdy branches, grounding roots
true friends, the rings inside. 

seasonal, sturdy
grounding roots, true friends
the rings inside







Sturdy branches
fallen, silent, still-
helping hands

branches
fallen
helping hands














Vermillion cardinal
resplendent and showy
pulchritudinous









Laden gray skies 
Snowy white background 
Morning sings

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


















A crimson trim comb /cut
Proud strut, perched high. 
Teachers giggle





morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist









if rain no longer fell, 
would your smile return 
if blue dropped from the sky,
and longing understood, 
 would you be mine





	


	





	

		
December Poems 2025
	


	
	

		













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 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’s whimsical scent swirls with the turning season.

Write an imaginative landscape poem without using snow, snowy or wintry terms. 













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









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. 

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.





	


	





	

		
Christmas Story: stuff legends are made of
	


	
	

		




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.

	


	





	

		
Wintry Threnodies
	


	
	

		

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]













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










	


	





	

		
November Poems
	


	
	

		

burnt, buff, earthy, 
ushering in sienna hues,
autumn's display 
#HaikuSaturday #haikuchallenge #haiku
@Bleu_Owl








leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate as
psithurism plays

wooing fall wind
passes through her,
catching her breathe

burnt, buff, earthy, 
ushering in sienna hues,
changing seasons. 

susurration whispering, murmuring, or rustling.
"the susurration of the river"
susurrous adj susurrous breeze





Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

gentle winds
trees sway 
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate, 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
quiet and rhythmic 

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism
#HaikuSaturday #haiku  @Bleu_Owl 





he felt the gentle psithurism of her heart. "a psithurism seemed to pass through her, as when a full-foliage tree is caught by the wooing south wind."

the gentle psithurism passed through her, stirring her heart.
Broad-leaf-whistles, and needles oscillate in a psithurism wind
Her heart stirred by romantic whispers, she catches her breathe.

seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends- (love)
the rings inside

of a wooed heart,
she catches her breathe

Wooing fall wind
passes through her,
she catches her breathe

a gentle psithurism 
passes through,
catching her breathe 

tree whispers
back porch sharing
girl's retreat

leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind

changing seasons
falling sienna hues
counting blessing





Snuggled in a blanket, 
thick socks warm my toes. 
A hot latte melts my insides. 
A cold breeze tickles my nose.





warm colors
delightful flowers
reminiscing





Sitting in my deer stand, on a cold November morning when twenty turkeys stroll by —it's deer season. No one will believe me so I pulled out my phone to take pictures. I look up, and a turkey looks straight at me. Click! 
He did not see a single deer, but this is part of nature's mystery.

Sitting in my morning blind,
twenty turkeys stroll by—
it's deer season. 

No one will believe a
turkey looks straight at me
Click. 

(Turkey to hunter-my son)
Not a deer did he see
Oh, what fun he had
taking pictures of me. 

My son's story about his first day of deer season this year. #HaikuSaturday #haiku 
@Bleu_Owl





Trees whisper in the wind as the gentle river flows downstream before the coming storm—a girls' retreat and back porch sharing. We listen. Leaves whistle one last time in a psithurism wind before letting go. As sienna hues blanket the ground, we count our blessings with each falling leaf.

Even with the coming seasonal changes, we are to enjoy the present. Yet, knowing storms will come as the seasons shift. Here is where we trust the Lord to bring in the beauty of each moment as we walk through life's changes.

leaf-whistles,
needles oscillate in
a psithurism wind





Time is always moving forward to its finality. As a fixed entity, time has an unchangeable purpose and is set for a season of salvation to measure man's free will.
a fixed entity
rushing to finality
time





When dreams and opportunity collide, a star is born 
#HaikuSaturday #haiku 
@Bleu_Owl
 
dreams collide
with opportunity
a star is born





Ideas fall like rain
thoughts soak the ground
savor slowly





Molecules and particles meet
testing each other
establishing boundaries 
sandillion

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





Warm Pie
Weeping Meringue
Well, let's eat! 





misty, moisty morning
hovering fog clouds
kissing the dew





not a thing or object,
but momentary memories
that echoes the past or echoing the past.





the gentle psithurism  
of a wooed heart, 
she catches her breathe 





Psithurism- the sound of wind in the trees.
Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

Trees sway, needles 
oscillate to a
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.

rhythmic sway of a leaf-whistle

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism 





the night sky frolics
    under silvery moonbeams
    in stillness, dreams come

    night recedes behind the stars-
    no thought to pending troubles
    tomorrow sleeps





Whistling winds
through a mixed forest,
psithurism whispers 

gentle winds
trees sway 
psithurism's whisper

Needles oscillate, 
romantic leaf-whistle sways,
a quiet rhythmic psithurism.

Romantic whispers of
mixed forest, 
psithurism
#HaikuSaturday #haiku  @Bleu_Owl 





Pursue truth by
protecting the vote, then
Justice is procured-
Vote legally

	


	





	

		
Sept and Oct: Fall Poems, Stories and Haikus
	


	
	

		








Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues. 

short version
Face eastward
Harvest moon rises
radiating aureate hues





seasonal leaves
grounding roots, true friends-
the rings inside





Wind rustles the leaves 
Trees shimmer, yawning deeply 
Anticipation

Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts. 

Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon,
blazing golden hues. 









side dish
cinnamon apples
sweet fall treat 





Scarecrows come to town
New straw hat and overalls
Storefront greeters. 
#HaikuSaturday #haiku 
harvest in
new updo
festival time





warm days, cool breeze 
candy apples, hayrides 
fall fun 





cool breeze comes
summer seeds fall
waiting to be reborn

Summer's heat softens 
with autumn golden hues,
coming stillness.
#HaikuSaturday #haiku











Autumn Breeze by RLBrown











Autumn’s hues
cast a spell of 
tranquility 









tickled pink
sun's in-sync
rising star













Inner autumn calls,  
embracing a
seasonal change.  

The wind howls 
for rest,
as light narrows.

Counterfeit death nears
God’s grace is 
revealed.

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.









Freedom -the ability to think freely/by RL Brown


















	

		
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