
identity’s not a what
yet our quick reply to who
refers more to what we do
than to who we are
~kat

identity’s not a what
yet our quick reply to who
refers more to what we do
than to who we are
~kat

hearths ablaze, Yule log crackling
chestnuts popping, caroling,
wassail in a kettle simmering
magic in the air
morning star, fairest mother,
child suckling near her heart,
hope, glad tidings, joy abound
this time, every year
silent night in Luna’s keep
rhythmic laboring waves of love
light’s reflection darkness quelled
peace on earth, go tell
~kat
It’s a busy whirl wind right now. So today you get a trio of dodoitsu’s. Have a merry Christmas if you celebrate. Peace! ❤️

All is calm all is bright. The moon is full. There’s a hush in the air. I finally hung a wreath on the door. It’s not that I’m a bah humbug. It is just that the holiday season has become a quieter, more reflective time for me as I enter the wintering of my life. I spend my days reflecting on the passing year as it winds to an end. I count my blessings and offer a prayer of hope for things unfinished.
So, this week’s reverse is a day late. But, strangely, I’m not bothered about it. There is a sense of grace surrounding me, encouraging me to pause, assuring me that it’s okay to my self-imposed obligations. To rest. And so I did rest. The words, these words, are always with me, ready to be spilled out on a page. And so, here they are, a day late, right on time.
Be gentle with yourself this holiday season. The world can wait if you need to rest. Grace abounds. May you find peace in silent pauses. Give yourself permission to savor them.
weekends are for taking naps
light to bind the hearts
things like warm smiles, long kisses,
dancing that thin line
a perfect view…
no one rests ‘til we see black
it is futile to complain
blessed peace, love, and light
merry bright, may our dreams keep
cherish the moments
how bright the earth shines
~kat
A ReVerse poem 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.

how bright the earth shines
as dark of night gives
way to the dawning sun
every day a wee bit
longer than the last
~kat

fifty-two week’s times forty
increments of hours, eight
sixty minutes tick and tock
cherish the moments
~kat