nocturne
when
the night sky grows
dark
the earth comes to life
the constellation of stars above and flitting fireflies below
twinkle bright
peepers peep and screech owls shriek
the rain-swelled creek percolates
who can sleep?
I spend hours wide awake
~kat
peace, love, and night glimmers to you.
multiple musings
shadows stretch softly
through the trees heavy with leaves
many shades of green
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when the sun returns
after days of drenching rain
we forget the grey
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I whispered a wish
to the emptiness of night
that stars might hear me
tossed coins into still fountains
hoping for more than ripples
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you might have noticed
something is amiss these days
check in with your heart
~kat
A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.
I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.
Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat
And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
new moth
sheltered from the rain
a moth perched under the eaves
‘twas a moist owlet!
~kat 😄
I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.
It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants.
Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again! Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha
Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
moist
the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green
~kat
Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!
We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!
Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit
gramma hugs
Does this make me look fat?
my obsession began as a daughter
stuffed into clothes
that wrapped my curves too tightly
I learned to hide behind dark tents
of fabric, my soft skin growing pale
under the weight of loathing
You’re not leaving this table
until you clean your plate…
subliminal mandates haunt me still
burning a hole in my soul
that demand to be obeyed,
then despised in an unhealthy
cycle of too plenty and growling want
against intrusive reflections
that distort my perspective,
rendering me less than…diminishing
the beautiful light that chokes for air
beneath layers of flesh, a battle waged
for nearly half a century, somehow
cured instantly, by the tender words
of a toddler, with eyes blue like mine,
nestled close, pressed against
my soft belly, head near my heart,
wrapped in my ample arms…
I love you Gramma…
and I realize, I was made for this.
~kat
I was a chubby kid. The yo-yo battle between thin and fat started in my teens. Weight has been a relentless foe for most of my life. Those rare seasons when I was able to shed weight happened only because I stopped eating…well mostly. I subsisted on hard boiled eggs, water and lettuce…and a few strawberries to treat myself, which of course is not particularly healthy or sustainable. I am older and supposedly wiser these days but that doesn’t mean I defeated those demons that haunt me still. But I am working toward being healthy. And today’s recounts a true story…the words of a toddler that saved me. Excessive dieting is not the answer to improving my health. That “I love you” murmured from the mouth of a mere babe set me on a path of embracing my curves because, you do understand, don’t you…grandmas that are soft and squishy around the middle give the best pillowy hugs…💕
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…soft squishy hugs count! 😉
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
like mercury colliding... 