The veil is thinning
now as daylight slips
beyond horizon’s edge,
and trees begin to shed
once verdant leaflets,
letting go, embracing
nakedness, airbrushed
against a crimson sky.
~ kat ~ autumn 2015
The veil is thinning
now as daylight slips
beyond horizon’s edge,
and trees begin to shed
once verdant leaflets,
letting go, embracing
nakedness, airbrushed
against a crimson sky.
~ kat ~ autumn 2015

It is time again to reflect on the past week. A week drenched in tropical downpours and oceans of tears…a week of innocence lost and lives ended too soon…a week set in the afterglow of a blood moon eclipse.
As I do every week, lifting a verse from each post, one would expect the randomness of each line to be a mismatch of disconnected thoughts, but as often is true, they somehow intertwine to present a coherent review. This week surprised me again in heart-rending poignancy…
A life too soon stilled
an exercise in simplicity
the eclipsing moon-glow swells
to oppose tides of group think…They risked everything for a dream
It wasn’t always so
“I leave all my worldly possessions…”
brain unhinged, delirious
that never ends well
a touch of rebellion…
For all I hear
and all I know
is that the gate
is set to close.
a million tiny deaths…
kat ~ 4 October 2015
We can hope for a better next week, lulled by the promise of silver linings. As for me, a simple break in the clouds…a bit of sunlit cerulean peeking through…is enough to energize me, burning off any weariness I might carry from this past week. With that, as another week approaches, I shall set my heart on seeking the light. 😊

Once when accompanying a loved one for moral support, to remember the things she might not hear or choose to forget, I’m afraid I failed miserably…
Terminal was all I heard,
his droning blabber
bouncing off the sterile
white-washed walls.
My mind drifted to
bustling rail and plane
depots transporting
travelers to wild
exotic ports of call.
How could a word
so off course be,
its careless shift
from adjective to
noun and back again?
An inconvenient detour
promises a gentler
passage we’re assured…
and thus advised to follow
every sign while winding
through these unfamiliar veins…
Terminal you say?
Last call,
departure time
is imminent.
For all I hear
and all I know
is that the gate
is set to close.
kat ~ 2015
Through veils of mist
the eclipsing moon-glow swells
into many moons.
kat ~ 28 September 2015
Reflections on the full moon eclipse of 2015, magnificent even under overcast skies!

It is subtly poignant,
the drip-dribble, pitter-pats
of fat rain droplets ‘midst
a hissing wind-blustered,
drenching downpour. A symphony
of soloists, some tinkling softly,
others plopping boisterously,
all playing a part in the wild
wet cacophony, lulling me
into meditative reflection…
People are a lot like raindrops,
don’t you think? Our deepest
longing, simply to be heard.
~ kat 26 September 2015