Author Archives: Kat Myrman

June 26, 2025

day 175

summer storm

there’s a deliciously 
cool breeze rolling 
through the foothills 
dancing with turned 
up tree leaves,
a welcome relief
from days of
oppressive heat, 
supper’s on the stove, 
stuffed peppers,
tomato sauce, and 
shredded mozzarella 
the kitchen filled with 
spice and warmth
as droplets leave craters 
in the dust and tap
lightly on the metal roof, 
hummingbirds sipping 
nectar, deer and turkey hens
plucking up bits of corn, 
squirrels collecting 
sunflower seeds, 
scurrying into the woods 
to take shelter, mourning
doves coo-cooing, crows
caw-cawing, goldfinches
flickering, cowbirds clucking…
my dog at my feet, the cats
chasing dust bunnies
dusk and dinner time 
when everything 
slows down and sleep 
waits in the wings
to escort me 
to dreamland, 
but I must admit, 
on this darkening, gray night
on the cusp of a storm, 
it feels as if
I am already dreaming

~kat

Three times I have written a few thoughts as I typically do…and three times while editing the draft, I have completely lost the text into the Ethernet. I think that means today’s poem is meant to stand on its own.

But I do have a few glimmers to share with you.

The first one is a snapshot of my mail order lotus flower beans that to my surprise are actually popping open and coming to life!

And the second, a latecomer from my evening walk after the storm that never amounted to more than a few drops of rain and a few impressive flashes of lightening and booming thunder…it was a dud. But I digress. Before the Gremlins here delete me yet again…I found this beautiful, magical gift from one of my crow friends.

A single crow feather is a sign of protection. It’s a good omen if you see one because it means that even when you feel like you’re in danger, someone or something is watching over you to keep you safe.

I think maybe this crow totem may have had something to do with my technical issues this evening! 😳😆

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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June 25, 2025

day 174

By Kat Myrman

sweater’s weather

when shade offers no rest
from the heat and the breeze
feels like hot breath on your 
skin, there is only one
thing to do…water the flowers…
and yourself so you
don’t wither!

~kat
(magnetic poetry nature kit)

Welcome to The Bramlett Mountain Foothills Cafe and Red Dust Spa! It’s girls’ day out today. Five lovely Jennies stopped by strutting their beautifulness, and talking turkey…Oh, I sure would love to know what or who they’re talking about! It was quite a spectacle worthy of reality show notoriety.

The sights we see here in the foothills! It was a good day, and started out fabulous…glimmery even! Five glimmers to be exact!

Stay cool my friends! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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June 24, 2025

day 173

By Kat Myrman

today’s glimmers…

a turkey hen showing her chick where the feeders are at dawn…

…after breakfast they head to the dust pit for a spa treatment.,,

…learning how it’s done…and mimicking mom to perfection!

a sense of summer

I know the scent and sounds of dawn
its first light’s symphony of song
the earthy scent of dew drenched loam
the sunlit sparkling fields of home

I know the feel of days at noon
sun high and hot in skies of blue
where shadows cast by towering trees
shade earth while dancing in the breeze
 
I love the subtle shifts at dusk
the rising mist that smells of musk 
horizons edge afire en rouge
the setting sun sinks from our view

to sleep, to dream another night
to read, to write by candlelight 
under the twinkling moon and stars 
connecting all, both near and far

my senses swoon in summertime
I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!

~kat

Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!

When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.

All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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June 23, 2025

day 172

By Kat Myrman

hot summer

the air is thick and wet
earth barely breathing
beneath clouds that have
fallen from a purple
sky at dusk…I am overcome
by the sweetness of flowers

~kat

We’re having a heat wave. Someone asked me what’s going on with this hot weather? And I replied…global warming? But it depends on who you ask! 😉

But, seriously, it is breathtakingly hot…and not in a good, beautiful way! Here in Virginia we have the added impact of humidity. This clammy combination makes for oppressive heat. When I took a photo of my front yard this evening, you could see the moisture hanging in the air. Everything is a bit muted and cloudy.

As much as I loathe conversations that devolve into an appraisal of the weather, here we are … or rather here I am boring you with the weather! There is certainly no glimmer to be found in a heatwave, but I do appreciate those of you still reading.

I knew magnetic poetry would serve this topic well! The glimmer, if you can call it that, is the reflection tool in PicsArt that helped me express this sticky wet sensation of humidity in Virginia in swampy picture form. The photo backdrop above is not real. The actual unaltered view is below. The magic of photo editing is amazing don’t you think?

This is the actual photo of my front yard…

I know the world is downright wacky right now. Sometimes creating my own glimmers are all I can do to preserve my sanity (though some might say I lost that long ago! 🤣)

Exercising my creative side gives me such joy, I consider it glimmer worthy! But if you’re not buying it, there is always Mr. Bean. He’s 100 % glimmer!

I’m rambling…let me just say much love, peace, and glimmers to you, wherever you can find them…and call it a day.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)

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June 22, 2025

day 171 – drama in the foothills

By Kat Myrman

I need a ReVerse…can we have a do-over?!

in the deep, I am forever
(as) the dust settles 
a gentle prodding
you cannot wish our souls away
wrapped in grace and trust…
insanity reigns

~kat

The natural world is not always rainbows and butterflies. But it is a just and fair cycle of life. Sometimes I get a front row seat like today.

The day started like it usually does. A perfect summer morning. A bit of a breeze, which is always fragrant this time of year. This morning I detected a hint of honeysuckle. One of my deer friends came by to say good morning, so a tossed her a bit of corn to munch on. I had some errands to run…before settling in for a little cat nap.

And that’s when I saw him, a magnificent red shouldered hawk perched a few yards away from the bird feeders. It was clear that the finches, cardinals, wrens, tits, cowbirds, and mourning doves had sent out the alarm…best to take shelter…danger from above. (Ironic, isn’t it, that humans in various locations are exercising a similar practice these very days…but for much more selfish, malevolent reasons…power, greed, and hate…but I digress…)

The hawk, though his shadow from above scattered the smaller critters here in the woods, he was not being hateful or vindictive, or even monstrous. He just had an empty belly to fill, and the felled tree trunk beneath him just happened to be home to several smaller rodent-types. Field mice and chipmunks, snakes and lizards. I know he has harvested birds on occasion…the splattering of feathers is a dead giveaway.

But today poultry was not on the menu. He was looking for a snack (I suspect this because there were 1/2 a dozen squirrels collecting seeds under the feeders, and he was not interested in the least.) I stepped away from my window seat for a few minutes and when I returned, he was gone, either bored from the blight of fresh options or he had found what he came for. To my delight all the birds had returned to the feeders, the squirrels were beneath catching the seeds that dropped to the ground. And I thought, what a lovely glimmer…life goes on.

But that was not the end of mother nature’s glimmer show today. Soon a turkey hen made her way to the feeders to pluck seeds from the ground…and to my surprise and delight she had a young chick I tow, showing it the ropes on this little acre in the foothills.