Monthly Archives: April 2017

Combustion

warm breath on my neck
cool caresses on my skin
slow, smoldering burn

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, “burn”.


Windows – A Haiku


windows of the soul…
what wonders do you behold
causing you to weep?

~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Behold & Eye.


Empty Nest – A three Line Tale

photo by Nick de Partee via Unsplash


The guest meandered toward their cars, muted happy conversations fading on the breeze. 

It was a beautiful wedding, pulled off without a hitch, not even a raindrop, the last of four daughters to marry. 

“It’s just us now,” she winked at her soulmate of so many years, “I think it’s time we got reacquainted.”

~kat

A Three Line Tale based on the photo prompt above by Nick de Partee via Upsplash.


ancient moments – a Haiku

Photo by TJ Paris


ancient moments

bright ancient facades
Kodachrome moments captured
greyscale just won’t do

~kat

For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge based on his wonderful photograph taken in Rennes and the prompt words: moment and ancient.


Secret Place – NaPoWriMo 2017 #25

sunbeam

i remember sunbeams streaming
through a hedgerow of cedar pine
my special hiding place to pass the time

lying on the cool earth dreaming
i’d converse with toads and faeries
fill jelly jars with fireflies

here I learned the world is teeming
with mysteries to be explored
a step outside an old screen door

a time of sweet imagining
just a girl with big ideas
oh, what a lovely time it was

those carefree days spent daydreaming
behind the cedars on the ground
where I could hide and not be found

~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2017 #25 – A Constanza Poem about my favorite small space when I was a girl of about 4 or 5. It was a corner cedar shrub garden in my Grandmother’s yard with just enough space for me to squeeze behind. Once underneath it was like a little cave of cool damp earth, green and sunbeams. It was my favorite place. Even after all these many years, if ever I join you on a nature walk, you might still find me having wandered off the beaten path, lounging in the hollow of a grove of low trees or shrubs. I never forgot my first taste of nature. It has defined who I am and how I view the world.