day 340

seeing red
.
blue
red-infused sky
dawns
in the aftermath
of relentless news of hateful acts
empty
thoughts and prayers rise like ash
with barely a spark
to keep from
turning the sky gray

~kat

Sorry to have missed posting a glimmer yesterday. I hope you were able to find a few of your own. The incessant news from over the weekend… murders, school shootings, anti-Semitic terror attacks and mass murder across the globe, and our leader in this country showing what a vile monster he is in the aftermath set me back a bit. I had no words.

I woke this morning to a beautiful sunrise, barely making it outside in time to capture it before the sky faded to gray.  That’s kind of how today’s poem emerged. 

The thing is, I did manage to take a photo. It showed me that there are glimmers to be found even in the darkest times. It feels odd to celebrate them, to celebrate anything, but celebrate we must. We can’t let evil and fear shut us down. Enter glimmers, brief though they may be, to remind us. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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