Monthly Archives: September 2025

day 272

another one bites the sawdust…
encroaching

we downed
another tree
its life had departed
months ago, in winter…no burst
of green
just crows
perched on bare limbs
waiting for a swift wind
to topple it onto our house…
or us

~kat

This season of letting go has been a doozy. Last year’s harsh winter had taken its toll on several of the trees on our property. Unfortunately, some stand in close proximity to our cars and the house. I have seen a great oak with a root ball the size of a small car ripped from the ground. It was our neighbor’s tree. It took out the fence between our two houses as well as my lovely dogwood tree. Its broad foliage filled our entire back yard. The branches reached to the third story windows of our house, but not shingle was harmed. It felt like we were living on the top of a tree in a tree house until we were able to have it cleared away. After that experience I don’t take chances with spent trees. 

There is a local fellow who shows up looking for work every so often. He came by again today. We had enough to pay for his service. With a handshake and a promise he and his assistant got to work taking down that long gone hickory tree in our front yard. Times are rough these days. The last time he came looking for jobs to do, he explained to me in broken English that he was hungry; needed work. This time he had on a t-shirt with his business name printed on it. Like before his work was excellent. And just as before he cleaned up all the debris…it was as if nothing had happened except, of course, for the tree…now just a huge stump where it once stood. 

I paid him. Thanked him for doing such a fine job, and as he reached out his hand for a shake to thank me, he pulled me in for a hug against his sweaty sawdusted logo tshirt. It was a moment that I shall never forget. It was a moment of shared humanity. It reminded me how connected we all are. And how we need to do what we can to help each other.  I believe I have a new friend. So that’s my glimmer for today. Here’s to friends who come into our lives when we least expect it. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 271

shhhhhhhh

“be safe”
said with good bye
was hypothetical
until now, when it’s dangerous
to speak
out loud…
even whispers
won’t save you…hold your tongue
lest they find you living outside
your head

~kat

Todays poetry form: Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2

There’s a chill in the air…not the seasonal type, but there’s that too. No, this chill is spreading quickly. They want us to be afraid. They want us to fall in lock-step with their plan. We are best seen and not heard. Truth be told they don’t want to see us either. Unless we have 6 or 7 or more zeros in our bank account, we don’t count. it’s a scary time in the US of A.

It would be so easy to curl up into a ball and just wish it all away. To pretend it’s all a nightmare. That things aren’t that bad. But I am not a liar…and I can’t lie to myself or anyone else. It’s crazy and out of control. Our president is…shhhhh don’t say it Kat. They’re watching. They’re always watching. Crazy.

All I know is that I have this moment. And right here, right now, I am okay. As far as I know those I love and care for are okay. It’s only a moment, but it’s my moment. As I breathe in and slowly exhale I settle into this moment and the next and the next. One step in front of the other. I’ll keep showing up. May we all keep showing up. We are here and we matter.

much love, peace, and moments of hope-filled glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

My glimmer today…a beautiful sky…funny how such a sight can calm you and give you hope. I still have hope. 💚


day 269 & day 270

just a glimpse 

I imagine you there
just beyond the mist at dawn
your voice singing softly…
or is it the birds, the breeze
sifting through the tree leaves
a lovely chorus of life living
that reminds me of you
the fog, a taste of heaven
dusting the ground in these hills
like a veil, allows me a glimpse
of heaven…if heaven were a place

~kat

——————-

in all ways

strange
how hearing your voice
melts
the time and distance.
it matters not how long it has been
or how
far…me here and you there
one word transports us
to that place
where time disappears

~kat

It’s been a very busy weekend. But I wanted to leave you with these tiny glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 268 ~ a glimmer and a haiku

autumn sunset

it never gets old
crimson horizons at dusk
peace in the foothills

~kat

day 267

Today’s Glimmer…my co-worker Gabby…actually more like a micromanager…but it is lovely to be loved by a creature unconditionally.

I decided to give you today’s glimmer first. I wrote the poem below in the wee hours of the morning…the dreaded 3 am wake up call…so I’m saving it as an afterthought today.

I am so grateful to have a job. But I’m growing tired of the long Monday through Friday grind. It’s clear, though I had dreamed of it, there will be no retirement for me. Rising costs and increasingly limited resources necessitate working as long as they’ll have me. The song is true…the rich get richer and the poor…well you know.

Of course I do acknowledge that I am rich in so many ways, as evidenced by the unlimited glimmers surrounding me, just waiting to be noticed. But reality costs money and work is the necessary evil that provides. I also realize how fortunate I am to be able to work…to keep pace with a time clock. Like the old saying, “I can rest when I’m dead” implies…the road is long…and I’ve got myself a bit longer to go…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


in limbo

stuck,
silenced by fear.
death
would have been kinder
memories of banishment keep me
in line
conditional freedom knows
no bounds, surrender,
recompense
for speaking the truth

~kat

(a pi-archimedes poem / 3.1415926535 - syllable count per line).