
wet
air, cool misty, damp
tiny rain drops pelt my cheek
sharp, breezy kisses
~kat 2020

wet
air, cool misty, damp
tiny rain drops pelt my cheek
sharp, breezy kisses
~kat 2020

there’s a firefly on my window
a golden dot strobing in the night
darkness, as he flutters out of sight
but for the faint, cloud-veiled moon-glow
can’t sleep, went to bed hours ago
closed my eyes hoping that I just might
there’s a firefly on my window
a golden dot strobing in the night
take a breath, give sleep another go
plump the pillow, turn off every light
restful sleep should not require a fight
morning will be here before we know
there’s a firefly on my window
~kat
A Rondel: ABba abAB abbaA.

It’s been a good week here in the foothills. We have three new Phoebe chicks nesting just under the eave of our house. My peace lily has four blooms…FOUR! That’s a first for me. The money tree is thriving. Got tomatoes and cucumber plants sprouting in a little back porch garden, the roses are blooming, blackberry buds are emerging, the weeds are blooming, clover is abundant, including a dozen or more four leafers, and I saw my first woodpecker! I’ve been on this earth over 60 years and never saw one in person until this week! And I actually had time to start reading a book. Oh my…a book!
It’s the little things, isn’t it? The little insignificant things that we missed when we were so busy going here and there, working from dawn to dusk in windowless cubicles and offices, the hours spent commuting, stuck in traffic. The virus has been disruptive, terrifying and devastating, but it has also forced us to slow down. And if we are wise, we take a moment to notice. Just notice. The little things will do the rest. They’ve been there all along waiting for you.
Have a week filled with little things my friends. Stay safe, stay healthy…peace.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 May 2020
I remember every first moment
i am like the wind
everything is gray
head in the heavens
I don’t need a new normal
diminutive perfection
~kat
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

weeds
to the seeker’s eye
diminutive perfection
Gaia’s masterpiece
~kat
Just a few snap shots from my walk today. ❤️

finding normal
normal greets me every day
surrounding me in green
i don’t need a new normal
with nature on display
trees sway softly in the breeze
bird are singing, squirrels play
they’re not worried how to be
social distancing, in place
wearIng a mask, raw hands, but clean
I don’t need a new normal
when earth’s old normal’s here to stay
~kat
And a few
A Magic 11 poem. Rhyme scheme a-b-R (repeating line) – a-C-a-d-a-b-R-a.