it‘s just a little rain

it’s just a little rain

even the trees look weary,
leaves limp, drooping after yet
another raging summer storm.
they seem to whip through daily
downing the weak, the vulnerable,
the shallow-rooted, while ripping 
branch clusters and barren limbs 
from the strong, resilient, grounded souls having weathered many a tempest…but this season, this season…the assaults are relentless, daily, fueled, as if, by malevolence…

we talk about the weather, while
bracing ourselves for the next
horrible headline
they seem to whip through daily
the woke left wondering
if it’s too late

as she has for eons, earth   
will survive this climate shifting
season, no doubt, reclaiming 
the paved-over loam with wild flowers
trees bursting through abandoned 
roofs and rusting remnants
of those who tried to tame her…
tempests who tried to destroy her

silly, tragic humans…we never learn
the trees bear witness to our folly
swaying deeply with the wind
swaying deeply with the wind

~kat

A glimmer…

Peaceful morning here on the hill…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to sustain you…the dawn is coming.

~kat

🌿✨💚✨🌿