First things first. We need a glimmer or two or three or four.
Glimmer #1: a monarch butterfly hopped from dandelion to dandelion pausing to sip nectar along the way.




Glimmer #2 and 3: Then the turkeys came …and just when I had almost given up hope of seeing my deer friends again, a lone yearling made her way through the wood’s edge to share seeds I had tossed on the ground for the birds.






She lingered a while, then wandered back into the woods… I wondered if she was the lone survivor…
Glimmer #4: The best glimmer of all. The yearling had brought a few friends back to the clearing. Four to five more deer came to call. Not the full herd, but it did my heart good to see them. All tolled, a doe and four young deer.




In the distance the turkeys were making a huge ruckus…I imagined the Jennie’s finally stopped playing hard to get. They certainly are noisy, very noisy lovers.
Dusk started to settle around us. All is right with my world. My thoughts are still with the other deer. I’m still hoping none of them succumbed to the hunters last night. But I’m counting my blessings.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨💚✨✨
And now for today’s NaGloPoWriMo 9 April 2025 prompt: Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem.
the wind has many voices
if I close my eyes
when a strong wind blows
i can hear the swell and rise
of ocean waves, the ebb and flow
how did the trees
learn the salty score
of the sea
waves crashing rhythmically into the shore
sometimes I clearly hear
the sound of jubilation,
tickling my ears
a symphony of ovations
fluttering leaves
rousing cheers
i could be deceived
It sounds like applause, so clear
the wind has many voices
my favorite one of all
is when the breezes whisper
I love it when they call
“come sit with me,” they croon
“it’s time for you to breathe
this moment will be over soon
embrace it, take in everything you see.”
so take me to the heights when the winds’ graces
brush my cheek with soft kisses and toss my hair
the wind has many faces,
I’d know her…they…and them anywhere
~kat




April 9th, 2025 at 11:01 pm
A beautiful poem to celebrate the return of normalcy.
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April 10th, 2025 at 2:27 am
Thank you Sadje. Glimmers are certainly keeping me on a positive path! ✨✨💚✨✨
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April 10th, 2025 at 7:26 am
Very true Kat 💞
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April 10th, 2025 at 1:52 am
It changed my mindset when I looked for glimmers. Thank you for sharing this. This counts as one of my glimmers
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April 10th, 2025 at 2:09 am
It does make a difference when you spend each day expecting glimmers. And I also love sharing them! ✨✨💚✨✨
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April 10th, 2025 at 7:21 am
Wonderful glimmers Kat. Thank you.
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April 10th, 2025 at 9:17 am
You’re welcome Peter. It was a nice way to spend and end the day 😊✨✨💚💚✨✨
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April 10th, 2025 at 9:48 am
So glad to see the deer have returned.
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April 10th, 2025 at 1:44 pm
Yes! I hope to see more as day go by.
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