Echoes of my Neighborhood

It’s Thursday and time to share some snippets from my world. Thanks to my friend Jacqueline for hosting this weekly invitation: Echoes of my Neighborhood. 

This week I’m thinking trees. I love trees. Yes, I’m a tree hugger. Trees have stories to tell. Happy Thursday then…and do yourself a favor…hug a tree! ❤️

Starting this “tree party” with my latest obsessiion…the Faerie tree. she happens to also be a Dogwood. I love Dogwoods! ❤️

This lovely lady is Magnolia.

This great dame resides in Highland Park. She’s my favorite at the park.

This beauty is near the entrance of my office.

A posthumous remembrance…this lovely Weeping Cherry once graced the roundabout on my street. A derecho took her down.

From my weekend in Savannah.

The next four live along the Creeper Trail in Abington, Virginia

A frosty Fir tree in my neighbor’s yard next to my front porch.

Also my neighbor’s tree…it’s a “bottle tree”! 😊

…and a few blocks away…a stuffed animal tree. it’s proprietor claims she sought to beautify an ugly tall stump by hanging a few stuffed animals on it. over the years…yes years! people have given her more stuffed animals and the rest is history! An attempt to beautify an eyesore has now become one!

…and my own creation…digitally enhanced from my back yard…the tree with a bird shaped leaf in winter.


Lone Journey

A Kyrielle Poem for Jane Dougherty’s Weekly Poetry Challenge using the words: Moonlight, tread, wary, secret, swaying and the photo below as inspiration.

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Evening moonlight floods the pathway
swaying trees lean in shadow play
along the treaded road to home
each soul must journey here alone.

Once upon each new life dawning
wary travelers seek belonging
often forgetting what they know
each soul must journey here alone.

Days turn into weeks, months, years
decades spent in joy and in tears
some find life spent, nothing to show
each soul must journey here alone.

Still others with true joie de vivre
have no regrets come time to leave
they know the secret in their bones
each soul must journey here alone.

Soon, too soon life’s final chapter
turns the page to the hereafter
promising peace for all who roam
each soul must journey here alone.

kat ~ 26 May 2016


Trrremmbllling Tuffets!

For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge – Prompt Word: Footstool. For my haiku, I’m using a synonym…Tuffet. It is a footstool made of cloth.

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Was it Miss Muffet
who fancied tufted tuffets?
Or was it Spider!

kat ~ 23 May 2016


In Retrospect

A Haiku for Haiku Horizon’s Weekly Challenge. This week the prompt is: “Rest”.

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Photo from Wikipedia Commons

A piece of advice
I might give my younger self…
worry less, rest more.

kat ~ 23 May 2016


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 May 2016

Another week, another shi sai…ReVerse…looking back in snippets so I can settle in for another week with a clean slate 

But..
the slate, is never actually clean or completely clear, is it? Our lives are the sum of  a multitude of experiences…flash points that leave indelible imprints in our memory. 
The sun took a siesta this week, allowing hoards of gray, bloated, sweaty clouds to take up residence in its place. Endless gloomy weather does a number on my serotonin deficient brain. Even medicated, I find myself clamoring for bits of bright.

This is where mindfulness becomes my savior, especially if I surrender to each moment. Moments shift the spiral ever so slightly. It is there in the midst of beautiful chaos. It. Is. Here. 

Have a great week, but first…take a moment…take two. 😊


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 May 2016

“Maybe” is too tenebrous.
Bolt, skedaddle, flit
Nope! I told you, I’m good…
visiting my dreams,
azure strokes of ink on parchment,
Blue
don’t forget to stir
darkening blots on gray matter.

~kat