In a musical
Trill, she sang gladly as she
Climbed the final hill.
I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “trill” and “final”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like poetry challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Winds brisk and frigid sweep across the prairie and through the quiet pine needled forest.
Icicles, like long, slender fingers stretch downward; determined to reach and touch.
Nighttime snowflakes swirl and flutter, softly blanketing the frozen land.
Trees, stripped bare of their colorful leaves, sway yet still rigidly stand.
Even so, the coldest and blusteriest day might reveal bright and wondrous hope;
Reaching and arching high in a blistery sea blue sky can be a brilliantly glowing winter rainbow.
Wintry days, frigid
And brisk reveal bright hope with
A winter rainbow.