Category Archives: Tanka

day 160

a perfect late spring sunset

cool mist settles at
dusk, the amber sun sinks low,
sweetness fills the air
as a phoebe feeds nestlings
and a doe strolls, fawn in tow

~kat

Sometimes days are just perfect. Today was one of those days. Got some positive news at work, and happened upon several new little families. The woods were bursting with life events while we were away. A phoebe family hatched their brood, and several deer had young. I saw several doe with young while driving to the store. A set of twin fawns, and two singletons with their doting mamas. This evening I was visited by one of the does that frequents my feeders. She watched me from the brush for several minutes before deciding I was safe. I was trusted to meet her fawn. And this time I did happen to have my phone on me and caught my visitors in photos. I hope this post finds you well. Enjoy the glimmers below. I’m such a sucker for a babies of any species!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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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 121 – a day of opposites


aftermath

fresh from disaster
recovery underway
voices pierce the wind
the air feels strange, heavy
death stopped by to fetch a soul

dining at dusk

fat-bellied does flock
grazing, with yearlings in tow
spring fawns on the way

~kat


Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work.  My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day. 

And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰

It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!

much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat


day 120

“In a spiritual context, a chrysalis symbolizes a period of transformation, spiritual growth, and rebirth.”

The photos above are the before (left), after (right) and a combination of both (middle). 

chrysalis

‘twas just yesterday
the trees stood bare on the hills
buds burst overnight
and new life emerged, greening
sweet scent of flowers wafting

cool breezes moan soft
tossing fresh leaves as trees sway
on the cusp of dusk

~kat

Today is the first day of May. Beltane Blessings to those who celebrate! Also this week I witnessed the annual transformation of the trees from bare limbs to tender green. It’s miraculous actually. Just as I wait eagerly for the return of the hummingbirds, I look forward to waking up one morning to shade, the trees bursting with life. The first flowers, songbirds, the song of peepers along the creek bed as night falls. The world rousing from slumber in a symphony of new life. It’s my favorite thing about this time of year. And I feel so blessed to be here for one more spring. 

May your days be filled with sweetness, good health and joy! Much love, peace and glimmers to you! 

~kat 


glimmer day 114 – NaGloPoWriMo 25 April 2025

out…today’s glimmer of normal
wordplay 

I write metered verse
short, sweet, with a hint of snark
bonus, if it rhymes
what you see is what you get
one day, hope to be a poet

~kat

It’s been a long week…every week seems long and short at the same time…a little chaotic. But today is Friday! TGIF! And for the first time in a long time we went out with some friends for a pint 🍺 and a show. It was good to get out. Next week we have another surgery to look forward too. I’ll likely be hunting for glimmers in the waiting room. Hoping for an uncomplicated outcome. But for now, I’m just grateful for this one evening, in a very long time, of normal. 

It rained here this evening so we missed seeing the happy face moon with a little help from Saturn and Venus. I do hope some of you saw it! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers of normal to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


NaGloPoWriMo 25 April 2025 Prompt:

Yeah, sure, but what are your poems about?
OK… this one is an odd one. But that only makes me love it more. Think about the landscape of your writing/poetry and make a list of what you’re doing or trying to do then turn that list into a poem. / Recommended reading: “Artist Statement” by Tarik Dobbs