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December 8, 2025

day 332…a day delayed

News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!

Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

sycophant’s bawl

he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane
his court of dunces hail his name
with flattery most insincere
 
to anyone who sees, it’s clear, 
the ugly truth, they have no shame
he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane

they sold their souls to profiteer
for promises of power, fame
but now they know who bears the blame
oh they were duped, fed lies and fear
he’s been quite naked now for years

~kat

btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel. 

A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

Schrödinger has the best seat in the house! Yes…Schrödinger exists, and is alive and well. 🥰

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December 5, 2025

day 330 ~ first snow

By Kat Myrman

Bramlett Mountain Foothills…First Snow
December 2025

morning hush
.
dawn
dressed in winter
white
morning sounds muted
crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin
my lungs
fill with crisp air
layers of snow crunch
underfoot
full cold moon…first snow

~kat | 4 December 2025

Well…as promised, my disappointment in missing the full cold super moon was assuaged by a beautiful sight this morning! First snowfall of the season. It is all I hoped for. Enjoy the photos. Today’s glimmers. I hope you are safe, well, and warm wherever you are.

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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December 4, 2025

day 329

By Kat Myrman

moon blushed night
.
last 
view this lifetime
veiled
behind snow-gray clouds…
she’ll re-emerge in seventeen years
I doubt
I’ll be here, but tonight
the air feels cool,
electric,
she moves me unseen

~kat

I was looking forward to seeing the last full super moon of 2025 tonight. As the fates would have it, clouds have hovered low most of the day. Tonight’s weather forecast is calling for the first snow of the season. This is also something I look forward to. If the snow actually does come, you know I will have first snow snapshots to share…Friday’s glimmers!

But what makes missing this particular full moon so special is that the sky position and view are something that we experience only once every 17 years. Given my advanced age, it is unlikely that I will be here to see it next time.

It got me thinking about other spectacles, events, and milestones I’ve witnessed over the years of this short life. Some may be the last time I’m experiencing them without realizing it. It makes me appreciate those moments that take my breath away…those cherished moments seared into my memory. How beautiful this life is. And how short!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you. Hold every glimmer close. You never know if it will be the last.

~kat

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December 3, 2025

day 328

By Kat Myrman

What is one thing you would change about yourself?

on being
.
if
I were to change
who
would send you glimmers 
or feed the birds, the crows, the deer, or
help souls
in need of kindness, or 
share wisdom gleaned from life…
who indeed?
if I were to change

~kat
A Pi-Prime 11 (11 lines, syllable count, the first 11 digits of Pi: 3.1415926535)

There’s a tiny crater on the top of my head. It’s all that remains of the bit of cancer that reminded me a month or so ago that I am mortal. The cancer is gone, expertly excised by my surgeon, but the indentation remains, and a bald spot amidst my already thinning hair.

I am grateful to be on the mend. And also grateful to know that we “got it all”. But this tiny detour from my routine did give me pause. It has filled me with an urgency to be the best version of myself that I can be. To tread lightly on the earth with compassion and kindness. None of us is promised tomorrow but we can choose how we live each moment that we are given.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Today’s glimmer is this cutie. My youngest grandson holding his niece, my great granddaughter! He is 4 years on this planet today. Happy birthday little buddy. I hope we can right the ship before you’re old enough to take the helm. I wish that for all the children.

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December 2, 2025

day 327

By Kat Myrman

a gray day
.
yet
another gray
day
the clouds fell to earth
a misty melding of sky and loam
blue glints
and golden streams of light
breaking through the veil
the storm ends
night slips into dawn

~kat

Things may seem impossibly dark right now, but remember my friends, all storms eventually pass. We may need to clean up debris and maybe even rebuild what we lost in the aftermath, but the sun and blue sky eventually break through. Just as night gives way to dawn, day moves into dusk; just as summer moves to autumn, to winter, to spring, please hold onto the glimmers that present themselves to you every day. Embrace every facet of this life. The light, the dark and everything in between.