She only has one thing to say…

that moment you
remember the things
that matter are not
things…those times
are the sweetest
~kat
She only has one thing to say…

that moment you
remember the things
that matter are not
things…those times
are the sweetest
~kat

autumn frosted evergreens
gilded needles clinging
soon to shed their brittle blades
bedding for the hinds
~kat
A Naani poem consits of 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.

cleave
my dears
to all things
good, lovely, true,
averse to the lies
of gutless fools intent
on arousing fear, stoking hate,
for their disdain and self loathing
belongs in the boneyard forever
quiet, silenced by our better angels
~kat
An Etheree this week for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, Synonyms Only, Prompt words: Afraid: gutless, aroused, averse, and Grave, boneyard, cleave, quiet.


pricked by boughs swept
bare, hovering low, the
clouds, drizzle droplets
pitapatting on the fallen leaves
~kat
November’s Daily Poetry form is the Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.