Category Archives: nature

signs of the season

signs of the season

bare tree limb tips dipped
in green, white and lavender
sunlight lingering into the evening,
peepers peeping at dusk,
worms slithering from the damp dark,
bees, butterflies, spiders and ants,
buzz, flit and creep, a hint of wet clay,
fading leaves and first blooms in the mist
and this, the first hummingbird sighting
at the nectar jars outside my window
it’s official...spring is finally here

~kat

NaPoWriMo2021 - Day 13 Prompt: This one is short and sweet: write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

greening

greening

the world is blooming
life bursting from the deep
buds to leaves while we sleep
dreaming in green

~kat

For Tanka Tuesday...catching up this weekend! A short one-stanza Abhanga.

The Abhanga is:
* stanzaic, written in any number of quatrains (4 line stanzas).
* syllabic, 6/6/6/4 syllables each
* rhymed L2 and L3 rhyme. Often internal rhyme is employed. End rhyme scheme x a a x , x being unrhymed.

Sunday’s ReVerse Poem – 25 October 2020

Blue Ridge Mountain Foot Hills aka My Back Yard October 2020 ~kat

It is autumn. The trees are turning, letting go. I should let go too. After a lifetime of clinging to expectations, you would think I’d have learned a thing or two. About letting go. About not holding on for too long, way past the point of no return. It’s a hazard of course, of optimism, of wishful thinking.

A dozen of more leaves drift from the treetops, settling softly on the damp ground as I imagine myself turning, turning. No amount of angst will change what is. Time to let go. Time to ride the wind instead of leaning into it full-faced, stubborn, unmoved. I wish you peace and health and love.


Sunday’s ReVerse – 25 October 2020

aflame in red, amber, gold,

listen to the wind and chill

there is no calm, no eye

I keep forgetting to breathe

barely forming waves, the air

this life is not for the feigned of heart

but half of us are wide awake

wintering beneath the dust

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week…or in this case, the past few weeks.


if only…

if only…

consider Gaia’s cycling days
her seasons gently yield and flow
no forced succession, letting go,
no power struggles, coups, or frays

if only men could learn her ways
and realize all things must end
in order to emerge again
if only we could just be still
and listen to the wind and chill
perhaps our enmity might mend

there’s no calm, no eye
‘midst the tempests formed by men
only destruction

~kat


A combined response to Ronovan’s challenges this week. The Décima (Prompt word STILL/D-Line Rhyme./ abba-accddc) and the Haiku (Prompt words CALM and STORM /Tempest).


homecoming

homecoming

soaking the treetops

aflame in red, amber, gold,

cool rain in autumn

cannot quench the fading leaves

but softs the loam to tend them

~kat


A Tanka for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday.


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