even the trees look weary, leaves limp, drooping after yet another raging summer storm. they seem to whip through daily downing the weak, the vulnerable, the shallow-rooted, while ripping branch clusters and barren limbs from the strong, resilient, grounded souls having weathered many a tempest…but this season, this season…the assaults are relentless, daily, fueled, as if, by malevolence…
we talk about the weather, while bracing ourselves for the next horrible headline they seem to whip through daily the woke left wondering if it’s too late
as she has for eons, earth will survive this climate shifting season, no doubt, reclaiming the paved-over loam with wild flowers trees bursting through abandoned roofs and rusting remnants of those who tried to tame her… tempests who tried to destroy her
silly, tragic humans…we never learn the trees bear witness to our folly swaying deeply with the wind swaying deeply with the wind
~kat
A glimmer…
Peaceful morning here on the hill…
Izzy settling in as if she’s always been here…💚 Nothing to worry about…nothing to see except hummingbirds backlit by the morning sun.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to sustain you…the dawn is coming.
Write your guide to setting healthy boundaries in relationships.
boundless
before you even ask I will offer myself in service to you… prompted, i have no choice but to tell you, I’m here if you need me, or even if you don’t, though secretly I hope you do because I need to be needed which is why boundaries to me are like chalk lines on pavement on rainy day or ice cubes in warm water I am severely distracted by need… advice you ask? Well, I’m no expert but I have heard it’s a simple two letter word no… unfortunately I can’t bear the thought of uttering it, but if you give it a go please let me know how it went
~kat
I have a few little glimmers for you…the first is one of my squirrel friends noshing on nuts, perfectly framed by a pair of moon flowers plants. Forgive the graininess of the photo. I was across the yard when I spotted him. Of course I had to take a photo!
And the second glimmer…the first cuttings from my little raised herb garden. There is a certain satisfaction that comes from growing something green!
Had a little fun with AI and PicsArt to concoct some editing magic. Feeling crone-ish as I count down to 70… 🌿🌻🐝
crone wisdom
one day we learn we are okay
being just who we are freeing
us from our striving to become
~kat
Poetry form today: The Musette-(created by Emily Romano) Consists of 3 stanzas/3 lines each/ syllable count each line: 2-4-2/rhyme scheme: aba cdc efe/ title reflects the poems content.
And of course I owe you several glimmers…
Right outside the den window. A soon to be mama doe and her yearlings. Half of my flock stopping by for a snack.🌽🌽🌽Baby bump in full view! 🥰
occasionally I give in and ignore my aversion to colorful bouquets of cut flowers from the grocery store, even though I know that they will die an ugly death on my dining room table…in fact, I know they are already dead, having been plucked in their prime, mid-bloom to entertain and inspire people like me who don’t have time enough to frolic in fragrant wildflower fields, to lie down in tall grass imagining the clouds overhead to be great whales, angel wings, bears, or back-lit portals to the unknown, or heaven, who knows? before disappearing into mist and blue. … I trim the dry stem edges and arrange each flower in a vase filled with warm water and life support crystals, admiring my creation, how lifelike they appear while deceiving myself into believing that they’re not already gone, reminding me as they fall limp, petals dropping silently on the table, the water in the vase turning sour, that it was the illusion of life I had hoped to capture…the truth is just a rude reminder I will die one day like those doomed dead flowers…it’s been a long time, I muse to myself, since I frolicked amidst wildflowers on a sunny afternoon…too long… sometimes it feels like that girl is already gone too … I hope it is not an ugly death when it happens, I could just silently fade away but not before I plant my feet at least once more in cool soil in the middle of a field of tall grass and wildflowers, while shapeshifting clouds float by overhead…”don’t mind me”, I’ll tell passersby, I’m just silly old woman who buys cut flowers from the grocery store for the girl who loved them
~kat
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026~Day 29 Prompt: In your poem today, similarly compare your everyday present life with your past self, using specific details to conjure aspects of your past and present in the reader’s mind.
It’s been raining for two days. I am awash in vibrant deep green and slate gray skies…glimmers are even more needed now to fend off my tendency for SAD. Not even a sunset to bright my spirits this evening… 😢 I was beginning to think I might need to hunt through old photographs to find a glimmer…and then I saw a tiny dark shadow flutter outside my window. There on the new feeder I had purchased this year with a clear acrylic umbrella was a young hummingbird facing away from the sugar wells, taking in the rain, safe and under cover! It made me so happy! Proving to me once again that I don’t need to find glimmers…I just need to notice them. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Na|GloPoWriMo 2026 – Day 28 Prompt: Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.
sleight of hand
many moths had perished flocking too close to the gaslight. what is it about the flame, possesses them, at their own peril? once was a man-child cried fire so frequently, they stopped believing.
~kat
Today’s glimmer is soooo green! That brilliant after an overnight spring rain. Leaves drenched, the earth, a soft, wet cushion beneath my feet. There’s nothing quite like a good rain to feed the soul! Much love, peace, and green glimmers to you!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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