Category Archives: Poetry

refugees and rumors

refugees
.
blue
eyes and blond hair,
traits
inherited from
my ancestors, foreign refugees,
who dared
to hope in Liberty’s
promise of freedom,
compassion,
opportunity…
.
from across the ocean they came
with dreams for a future, a fresh start
they put down roots and worked hard,
found a home here, raised a family
not unlike
today’s
sojourners
seeking refuge from oppression
only to find
the Lady immured

~kat

I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)

It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.

I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.

I wrote another poem… an acrostic…

I heard a rumor…

It’s about time…
Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree
Presidential immunity is over
Elections are not for the overtaking
And democracy is not for sale
Congress is finally waking up, ready to
Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable

Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over
Restore decency and justice for all
Undo every vile executive order that
Made him and his ilk richer…declare
Power to the people where it belongs

~kat

I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.

As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.

So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,

We have babies of various forms,,,


day 380

warming

late afternoon sun
hints of spring coming soon
winter’s cloak melting

~kat

Celebrating a second glimmer today. Isn’t it beautiful! The sound of snow melting in harmony with the breeze; an occasional solo by a passing crow. I needed to see…I needed to feel the sun today. Mother Nature never fails.

Much love, peace, hope, kindness, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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day 379


lost in bread dough and glimmers

I catch myself feeling content, happy even,
enjoying life, sunshine on my face,
breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong
how can a five-year-old boy be
a criminal…the worst of the worst?

sometimes I lose myself in bread dough,
kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound,
the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting
they were just trying to help,
domestic terrorists are not helpers

how fortunate I am to do work I love,
organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others…
what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here
they disappear them one by one,
nameless bodies, to fill their quota

I catch myself desperate to find glimmers
bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them
as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline
have you noticed the world is on fire,
there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs…

I vacillate between light and dark,
joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger…
anger mostly, and survivors guilt because
the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet

I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day,
my camera phone is charged and ready
for glimmers…for monsters, for recording
the history that they are trying to erase
there is no making sense of the lies but
there is truth we all see with our own eyes

~kat


day 378

Some glimmers…✨💚✨

last winter moon

just past full
dawn’s winter snow moon
on to spring

~kat
much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!


day 377

A Moment of Clarity ~ Storm Sage, Virginia January 2026
no plan z
.
when
my best laid plans
fail
again and again,
forced to let go my best intentions,
face truth,
and accept reality,
how grateful am I
for moments
of soft clarity
reminding me how small I am
reminding me to embrace the truth…
this life is not a battle to be won
but an clear invitation to remember
i am one
with all
that I am
the calm before, and the tempest,
made of stardust
one with all living things

~kat
A pi-sequence poem. Syllable count: 3.1415926535 8979323846

Life has been a bit of a blur lately. The foothills where I live has been visited by Fern and Sage (don’t let their sweet names fool you…these girls were quite tempestuous!) over the past week and a half with temperatures deep and frigid. 

I immediately snapped into survival mode keenly aware that I am a caretaker to not only my menagerie of furry, feathered and finned aquatic friends, but my disabled spouse who depends on me to provide for and protect. In no way am I complaining. It is a labor of love to care for my little family.  I did what I have always done as a master-survivor. I assess the situation, come up with a plan, and execute the solution. It has worked for me over and over throughout my life. But this time as I worked through plans A, B, C, and on, just when I thought I had a clear directive, nature reminded me that I clearly did not. 

Hitting a wall will wake you up. I had to accept the reality that we are snowed in until nature turns up the temperature and melts the snow and ice that refuses to play by my rules. As far as I can tell, that means another week or two stranded. Plows cannot clear our steep driveway. I know this because they told us so. “So sorry…good luck!”

When you get to plan Z there is only one thing you can do. Take stock of what is, and make the best of it. During this exercise I realized what a blessing i am receiving when I took stock of the reality of our situation. 

  • We are safe and warm with no power loss (I’m knocking on wood as I type), and the investment we made this autumn of a battery operated gas log system for our hearth ensures we will have heat if the power does go out.
  • We have food and water to last a good long while.
  • We have friends who can meet me at the road and neighbors just past the fence who can get out and about if I need essentials or medicine from the store.
  • I have snow cleats for my boots to help keep me upright when I need to trek across the property. (Thanks for that tip last year Peter!)
  • We have each other and our beloved animal family, and lovely friends and neighbors.
  • And finally, when I was forced to stop surviving…I realized the incredible beauty around me, the gift of peace and presence, and the assurance that we would be okay. We have all we need to be okay. 

Some of the blessings…glimmers if you will ✨💚✨

And so I settled in, baked my first loaf of artisan bread in a new Dutch oven I was gifted at Christmas, and made a big pot of chicken soup. Oh, and I binge-watched the entire first season of a series I had been wanting to see but never had time for, with Gabby my pup napping next to me. 

Instead of cursing the weather, I settled in to our haven on an impassable hill during ice and snow, in the midst of trees. And I finally feel like I’ve come home. 

Much love, peace, kindness, and gentle glimmers to you!

~kat

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