
Spathiphyllum
from amidst the lush
fair lover of dark places
a lily that is not a lily
flame-like spathe raised
in fickle surrender, peace
in season, ever fleeting
~kat

Spathiphyllum
from amidst the lush
fair lover of dark places
a lily that is not a lily
flame-like spathe raised
in fickle surrender, peace
in season, ever fleeting
~kat
I live in the city and work in an office from 8:39 am to 5:00 pm…or later…



…but my true place in this world can be found midst the trees and the misty hollows, near bubbling streams and on the shores of the sea. This is where I go to reconnect…










Reaching
how high is the sky
its bright cerulean dome dappled
with orbs, stars, and clouds
some dreamers spend
a lifetime trying to
crack its elusive ceiling
~kat

god
are you there
watching us make a mess
of your beautiful garden
of course, you’re not there
you’re here, image buried,
forgotten in crumbling clay
~kat

gaseous yellow dwarf
we count the hours, days by you
Helios, Sol, Ra
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, ‘sun’.