It’s been a bit of a whirlwind my friends. Had a biopsy on Thursday to check a troubling spot…won’t know the results for a few weeks.

Met my second great-granddaughter on Saturday, and also spent time at a fall festival with my youngest daughter’s family and three of my grandkids.

Chores and dinner with friends on Sunday. And today shopping for an alternative heat source so we are not stranded and freezing when the power goes out this coming winter…notice I didn’t say if we lose power, but when.

Oh and in the midst of all this one of my beloved crows fell ill, injured or just old, and I kept vigil, caring for him best I could with extra food, because of course he decided to do it at our feeder near our house. He was nowhere to be found today…I can only surmise he either fell victim to a predator, or picked a private place to ascend. Now my other crows are staying clear of me and the feeder. They must think I killed him. At least the deer came by this evening to cheer me up.

So…I did manage to write a few poems today. It was an effort. And I did manage to find several glimmers in the midst of this chaos. Don’t even get me started on the state of the world! Looks like the Gaza Riviera is one step closer to becoming DT’s next venture. (I am happy for the families reunited but there are still people and children suffering…). Thank goodness for glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Catch up Monday 

day 282

as the crow
.
dies
the flock members
cry
for one of their own
hovering close by, never alone
cycle 
of life, so bittersweet 
ironically
dying crows
foretell good fortune

~kat

Pi Archimedes poem ~ Syllable count by line: 3.1415926535 

A dead crow in your yard may symbolize transformation, change, or new beginnings, while some believe it represents the end of bad things. In case you missed it this is my glimmer in the midst of sadness for this beautiful soul. It’s gift to me in parting.

day 283

hypocrisy

peacemakers don’t deal in hate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
crush all dissent, while stirring up fights
these cruel acts are not up for debate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
peacemakers don’t deal in hate

~kat

Biolet - It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines). 

Some glimmers in the midst of madness…

day 284

biopsy ~ a haiku

it might be cancer
a benign statement proving
it’s not in my head

~kat

And finally, taking in the beauty that surrounds me. It’s moments like these that I cherish, come what may. Peace to you. ✨💚✨