
Still feeling foul…but I wanted to leave you this glimmer. She’s a beauty isn’t she? ✨💚✨
much love, peace and gentle glimmers to you!
~kat

Still feeling foul…but I wanted to leave you this glimmer. She’s a beauty isn’t she? ✨💚✨
much love, peace and gentle glimmers to you!
~kat
there’s gonna be weather…
1-
pressure gently drops,
old knees ache before the storm—
barometer groans
2-
barometers drop—
inciting my knees to sing
sadly, out of tune
3-
storm brews in my bones—
barometer dips, aching
echoes through the rain
Haiku Fun with AI (ChatGPT).
As I write today’s glimmer post with poem, I am once again feeling a bit under the changing weather. My sinuses do not like barometric changes in the atmosphere, nor do my joints! So I decided to do a simple haiku on the topic.
And just for fun I asked Chat GPT/AI to write a haiku on the topic: barometers and knee pain. Can you tell me which haiku is AI generated and which is penned by yours truly? 😊
I have to admit AI is an amazing tool. But don’t worry, you won’t find me deferring to AI to write my poetry. It is the creative process that feeds my soul! In case you’re wondering, my haiku is featured in the artwork below.
Much love, peace, and authentic glimmers to you!!!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


deep breathing
how gently the breeze
weaves through the garden at dawn
roses in the air
~kat
This fellow’s name is Baldwin. He’s an ambassador squirrel who lives at the wildlife rescue nearby. Most of the critters at the rescue are rehabilitated and released back into the wild, But Baldwin’s injuries precluded him from being released. He’s a permanent resident and spends his days delighting school children and event-goers with his super-squirrelly abilities. His latest trick involves finding treats in the drawers of a tiny dresser. Needless to say Baldwin was a pro from the git-go! Good job little guy! You show us how it’s done!
Special thanks to my wife, Traci, who captured this video on her phone. She volunteers once a week at the rescue center.

late spring rain
some spring rains
are not warm, dazzling
translucent streams
backlit by the sun
gently quenching fragile
flower petals and shallow roots…
some spring rains
are angry tempests
downpours that drench
the sodden earth and
swell the creek beds with
wind-driven shards bearing
remnants of winter that
graze my skin before
settling deep into my bones…
some might say
the grass gets watered
either way, but there is
something to be said
for kinder, gentler deliveries
even if rain is rain is rain
~kat
As you might suspect, today is one of those chilly, rainy days that doesn’t quite know how to act in late spring! To add insult to injury our electricity went out for several hours. I was still able to work using batteries and WiFi hotspots, but a cup of good hot tea was not an option as I tapped away at my keyboard lit only by the gray, muted light streaming through the windows from outside. The lights eventually came back on but my mood by then had dulled. And yet, I found myself pausing at day’s end…feeling grateful that I was still able to work, that I had a roof over my head, that the lights came back on earlier than forecasted. I warmed myself some soup before sitting down to write.
It’s true rain is rain…even the bone-chilling kind. And as I sipped that savory liquid from my cup I was reminded warmth comes from within as the soup settled in my stomach then radiated out. I took a deep breath and smiled… and just like I realized that today’s glimmer appeared after all!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat