she is the wind, tossing
whispers of hair, bending
green canopies, rousing
wild tempests
her voice is a purr,
it is unabashed laughter,
birdsong and brook
bubbles, dissonant bliss
droplets of ocean and
stardust on moonbeams,
a fragrant, delectable
feast for the senses
bloodborne, arterial,
dew infused breath,
flesh covered sinew
imprinted in dust
found in each moment
palpable, fleeting,
a sparkling implosion
for those paying attention.
kat ~ august 2015
Now enters Autumn full of bluster,
As tender petals cling in cluster.
Soon as shorter days approach
A weary Sol will retire his post
To beloved Luna hovering low
Seducing tides in Amber glow.
For day is short as night is long,
This night Sweet Summer moans her parting song.
Her frost-kissed dew drips from the sky,
Another Autumn Equinox is nigh!
2014 ~ Kat
A photo taken this previous winter. Enhanced using a little digital magic, but the original view at sunset truly did make the branches look as if aflame while the lower portion of the tree remained green. A Haiku was definitely in order to commemorate this event! 🙂
Another plot of earth, another lifetime, but once again I am twitterpated by the elegance of one of my favorite trees…a poem from time past but still true…with a bit of camera magic to multiply my delight. What’s that I see? A faerie lighting on my fledgling tree! Can you see her too? Magic is afoot this balmy summer’s eve.
Magnolia, emerging despite herself
now stands ten feet tall. I remember
when she was only three, wondering if her pale,
leathery leaves would survive the winter.
She has endured ice, snow, wind, glaring sun
seeming, surprisingly, stronger for it,
fragrant blossoms bursting with tenacity.
Her cumbersome, awkward extremities
have now softened – luminous, transparent,
fragile. Not hardened by life’s crushing blows,
when wind does howl, she bends as if caressed –
unguarded, grace-filled, refined, generous
with deep-rooted wisdom, doing what trees do
best – growing, yielding, season to season.
kat 2001
Remind me again how
the stars aligned when
you saw me and
I breathed you,
muddling my words
trying to say something
clever…
I must have
been…you know…
impressive
enough ’cause
here you are and here
i am, time
tested, fire-forged, blood,
sweat and hot tears, fit
together like hot dogs
and…for you I’ll say it…
ketchup.
Remind me
though, how you
knew
it was me, for my
heart never tires of
hearing you tell it.
kat August 2015
like mercury colliding... 