
there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat

there is poetry
murmuring on
the breeze for
those who are
listening…how
can we be quiet?
~kat

beneath deep green cover
tendrils of warm sunlight
fall softly, earth wet with
dew, leaves rustling
in the breeze
~kat

find me there
in the sacred
in-between moments
where sweet music
sings the heartsong
of my soul

outside my window
there is magic on the
breeze; words begging
to dazzle me with the
wild poetry of life

a thousand diamonds
whisper in the sun
though the lake is still,
beneath her smooth skin
life is singing
~kat

follow your bliss
for life is but a song
over too soon

peace never comes easily
we must fight for it with
everything we have…our
voice and the power of love

the night, though it grows
darker by the hour,
promises a universe
full of stars for
wishing and sweet
dreams to keep us
come morning
~kat

dream of a day
we give voice to flowers
and truly listen to the river’s
sweet song, for unless we
can hear the world’s sacred
rhapsody, what’s the use
of wishing on a
thousand dying stars
~kat
Magnetic Poetry Love Kit.