Winds blowing from the north and northeast; marching across the prairie sea.
Icicles stretching beneath the cold sunlight to touch the frozen white landscape.
New fallen snow filters the blustery air and blankets the vast land;
Trees stripped bare of their colorful garments of leaves
Ever bravely face now the onslaught of the cutting, frigid breeze.
Reminiscent of seasons past but with hope I remember these
blustery and bone-chilling days will not last.
Sun shines in regal
warm splendor; hopeful now for
exit of winter.
Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “regal” and “hopeful”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Sweet scent of Spring makes
the heart sing; must first propel
through Winter’s tart spell!
Another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “sweet” and “tart”. If you like word challenges and haiku’s, then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link and have fun: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Arctic blast of frigid air
Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.
Carpet of white blankets the ground;
Descending showers of flakes cascading down.
Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;
Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy
Grass once green as an emerald jewel
Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.
Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch
Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.
Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also
Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.
Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;
Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.
Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,
Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.
Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake
Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;
Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.
Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks
Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.
Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;
White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.
Exhilaration and delight capture the
Young at heart and old alike with
Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence
amidst the frigid arctic season.
Autumn gone; winter
In view. Breathe frosty air while
Snow falls fresh and new.
I have attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “breathe” and “new”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like word challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
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On a frigid winter day
I peered into the brilliant blue sky;
Twas a rainbow in vivid lemon array
Stretching far and reaching high.
I peered into the brilliant blue sky
Feeling a sharp blustery breeze
Stretching far and reaching high
Over the pines and leafless trees.
Feeling a sharp blustery breeze
In the midst of this frozen land.
Over the pines and leafless trees
Ice crystals reflecting and refracting the sun.
In the midst of this frozen land
Twas a rainbow in vivid lemon array:
Ice crystals reflecting and refracting the sun
On a frigid winter day.
Days are ever shorter
And gradually cooler;
As a later sun rise
Filters the morning sky.
Clusters of dangling leaves
Still adorned in shades of green
While clinging to their branching vines
Against the tide of passing time.
But then pause, look, and behold:
Vibrant splashes of yellow, orange, and gold.
And a leaf here and there
Silently lets go floating in the air.
The vaulting sky still illuminates radiant sunshine
As if determined to thwart the swiftly encroaching night.
Squirrels and other creatures too scurry to and fro
Gathering acorns and food before that first winter snow.
Days become ever cooler still
Until there is a blowing wintry chill
And all too soon all the once vivid leaves
Loosen their grasp in a blustery breeze
Fluttering downward, carpeting the ground;
Naturally accepting their time had come.
So quietly Autumn exits allowing Winter
To have its season amid this transitioning weather.
But even so with each new passing day,
I will choose to cherish this time that the Lord has made.
In the midst of night
Snow drifted softly down;
It swirled and blanketed
The once bare ground.
In the midst of night
The north wind emitted a chilly breeze
Which swished and swept through
The stillness and the forest of trees.
In the midst of night
Dark clouds gathered on the horizon
Effectively obscuring the deep sky
And masking the distant starry vision.
In the midst of night
I slept unworried and not knowing
That outside my home frigid winter had
Returned as it was steadily snowing.
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.
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
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I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
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Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
Setting a Life to Words
Finding God's Grace in a Lemon-filled World
Writing - Loving What I Do and Doing What I Love!
Warning: A feminist writes here. Content may contain angry, vulgar, and sometimes funny language.
Join Us for #TankaTuesday 短歌 火曜日
I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. Gal. 2:20
thoughts from my mind to yours
A little bit of this and that
THE WOMAN WITH WHEELS
Thoughts from the Heartland
the joy of creativity
The details of my Journey.
Inspiration through my thoughts, experiences and travels
All information not in hand belongs on a bookshelf
~ Communicator, WordSmith, Artist, Guide, Mentor, Muse ~
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Christian poetry and prose, quotes, and thoughts - if they glorify God they were worth writing; if they mean something to one other person, they were worth sharing. Comments always welcome!
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