Monthly Archives: November 2025

day 320

gray dawn 

autumn’s splendor fades
into a world turned gray
all is black and white

~kat

The photo above was my first view when I woke. Hard to believe that the photo is in color. How bleak. Not at all the sight one hopes for at the start of a new day. It lurked long enough for me to write this sad little haiku. 

And when I looked again the sun had streamed in to save me from drowning in melancholy. Why did I ever doubt the dawn’s ability to fill me with hope. Same window, same color setting on my camera. Beautiful bright, vibrant dawn! 

This mercurial Gemini is wide awake now, reconsidering my first thoughts of pulling the covers up round my ears and staying in bed. It’s a new day ready to be seized!

I learned something about myself. How easily I can be influenced by my surroundings for better or for worse. It would be wise for me to remember to draw from the light that resides within…to pause…to breathe when things get dark. Life is rarely just black and white. A pause gives it time to reveal its true self. 

Anyhow some silly thoughts on this bright, promising Saturday morning. The day did start with a glimmer after all! (As if there was any doubt!)

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat 

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day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨


day 318

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 317

Just a glimmer. Gabby had a spa day.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 316

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

I don’t do cities
unless I’m forced to,
if I must do
things like appointments,
grocery shopping, you know
“lifing” like a zombie, day in
day out…I don’t do cities
unless I’m forced to,
i prefer a natural scene,
the rolling Blue Ridge Foothills
you’ll find me here most
nights and days,
working hours, and play
where traffic is a gaggle
of gobblers crossing the
driveway, where the sound
of wind rushing through
the trees sounds like ocean
waves crashing into the shore
where my top 40 hit list
is birdsong…
from hummingbird
chirps to pileated
woodpecker cackles,
crow caw-caws and
raven grunks
I traded bumper to bumper
morning commutes
with morning walks through
the mist at dawn
this is my favorite place
i don’t do cities anymore
unless I’m forced to
best decision I ever made
no looking back

~kat

I discovered this magic portal on my walk this morning. Isn’t it fabulous? I wonder who has taken shelter here. Chipmunks, squirrels, perhaps even some faerie folk! At any rate. This is a proper glimmer if there ever was one.

Much love, light, and glimmers to you!