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day 134

late afternoon after the rain ~kat
multiple musings

shadows stretch softly
through the trees heavy with leaves
many shades of green

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when the sun returns
after days of drenching rain
we forget the grey

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I whispered a wish
to the emptiness of night
that stars might hear me
tossed coins into still fountains
hoping for more than ripples

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you might have noticed
something is amiss these days
check in with your heart

~kat

A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.

I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.

Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat

And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Mr. Squirrel, resident of Bramlett Mountain. ~kat

day 133


A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth

sheltered from the rain
a moth perched under the eaves
‘twas a moist owlet!

~kat 😄

I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.

It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants. 

Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again!  Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha

Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 132

moist

the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green

~kat

Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!

We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!

Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit


day 123

the ash tree 

I didn’t realize in autumn
when the leaves of summer
were dancing on the wind,
that this would be her last
fall and winter, her limbs left
exposed to bear the bitter cold,
I wonder now if she had already
left before the first frost,
for I had only known her
a few years, when her once lush
raiment had already thinned…
I never rested in her shade
on hot, sunny summer days
never saw her in full bloom,
memories of nested fledglings
taking first flights, learning
to bend with the fiercest of tempests
were things I could only imagine,
her bones exposed now against
a beautiful sea of green, even now
the crows and mourning doves
perch on her brittle limbs
surveying the landscape and me…
how is it possible to miss someone
you never truly knew, and yet I do
how I wish I had known you old tree,
in the spring…

~kat

Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.

I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.

Now there’s a glimmer for you.

Much love, peace, and gentle glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 122

beneath the white oak tree

to live in harmony
with nature, let the wind
breathe life into your soul
feel its purity deeply and
rest in the ancient knowing
that you are one
with everything you see

~kat

It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣