Category Archives: Tanka

encounter with a stone sage

Meet Mr. Grumpy Face, Glimmer at Arms

I seem to be tripping over the oddest glimmers these days. This morning I happened upon this guy staring up at me from the mulch bed under in the hedges. I call him Mr Grumpy Face. He definitely looks like he’s been through it from the looks of that dent on his head. A far cry from my typical harvest of heart-shaped rocks. But he was on a mission I think.

Seeing him in all his grumpiness, made me smile. And then reminded me that I have not been my smiley self these days. Carrying the weight of the world will do that to you. At that moment it was like looking into a mirror. It reminded me that I have not taken time to unload and recharge as much as I should.

You might be thinking, you got all that from an odd little rock? I did indeed, you know, and I find that odd random things have plenty to say if we’re paying attention. I’m so glad I was looking down when I was…so glad this sage caught my eye. In my book that is the essence of a proper glimmer. Thank you Mr. Grumpy face!

~kat

Much love, peace, and odd glimmers to you! And don’t forget to smile. 😊

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encounter with a stone-faced sage 

mister grumpy face
mirroring my crinkled brow
causing me to smile
I do remember smiling
before the world got heavy

~kat
(a tanka: 5-7-5-7-7)


sweet slumber

Today’s glimmer is a few moments of zen…I drift off to sleep to this beautiful sound every night. Gabby, who learned to be a real dog after being abandoned to be euthanized with her puppies at a kill shelter…saved by a rescue team who graciously entrusted her to our care..who sleeps lustily at the foot of my bed, belly full from supper, fearing nothing…snoring! she is my glimmer on dark nights! ~ Much love, peace, and glimmers to you ~ kat 💚✨✨✨💚

sweet slumber

there is something oh
so calming about the soft
snoring of a dog
it is safety, and freedom
dreams of squirrels to be chased

~kat ✨💚✨


slave to a murder

How could anyone expect to sleep in past 6 AM on a cool Sunday morning, with REM interrupted by this?! But I shouldn’t complain. I created this monstrous routine…🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛ I do love a good murder. 😉
slave to a murder 

‘twas not dawn’s first light
that roused me from deep slumber
but loud cackling caws
from a dark murderous brood
their peanut alms depleted

~kat

When one contributes to the food chain, the occasional predator is certain to show up. (Another reason I love my murder of crows…they keep these guys at bay around my bird garden, which is also frequented by squirrels and chipmunks! As much as I hate the idea that I might be providing a buffet for these apex raptors, (again, thank you to my crows for keeping them at bay) I do have to pause to admire the incredible beauty of these juvenile Cooper’s hawks. Did you know that a group of 3 or more hawks is called a “kettle”? We had a full kettle boiling over in our yard the day I captured these photos…at least 4 by my count. An odd glimmer perhaps, but I think they are magnificent in their own right. Part of the amazing cycle of life. (I just never leave Gabby dog to run free in the yard these days!) 😳

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…stay safe. Always look both ways, up and down when crossing nature! 😄

~kat

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Na/GloPoWriMo Day 9

Photo Credit: istockphoto.com.
bad “hair” day

my stylist complains
the lawn next door is greener
I told him to stop
with the buzz cuts already
so we can dance with the wind


~kat
(a tanka poem)

Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 9 Prompt: Today, try writing your own poem in the voice of an animal or plant, or a poem that describes a specific animal or plant with references to historical events or scientific facts.


Pileated Woodpecker of Bramlett Mountain

This morning I happened upon the most wonderful glimmer. Just outside my window a magnificent pileated woodpecker was having a lovely time chipping away at an old downed tree. Of course I caught it on camera…not just a still photo…a little video clip! Enjoy!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1

corvid clemency 

forgiveness from crows
is an honor, when bestowed,
not to be tested,
the faces they remember
rouse ire fueled by vengeance

~kat

Day One Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: write your own tanka – or multi-tanka poem. Theme and tone are up to you, but try to maintain the five-line stanza and syllable count.

Tanka is a traditional Japanese poetic form consisting of 31 syllables arranged in five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 structure. Originating over 1,300 years ago, it is a deeply emotional, often melancholic form centered on love, nature, and personal reflection. It often features a pivotal “turn” (kami-no-ku to shimo-no-ku) between the first three lines and the last two, offering a “long haiku” with more depth. 


A note about today’s poem:

The crow featured above is special because it is actually against a crow’s nature to forgive. a year ago one of their comrades died at my crow feeder. It was clear after this unfortunate event that my murder of crows thought I had something to do with its demise. As a result, they avoided me like the plague. Of course I was heartbroken. I kept putting out peanuts for them which they staunchly ignored. (The squirrels and blue joys loved having those treats all to themselves!) And then one day one of them got brave, I assume, and helped himself to a peanut. I was persistent and it seemed to pay off. Before long a half dozen, more than my original murder of three granted me clemency. They visit me everyday now. I am honored to have regained their trust, and believe me I don’t take likely the trust they’ve placed on me. It’s a true blessing. So of course the fellow above while paired with my cautionary tanka, is also my glimmer for today.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨