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the graces

the graces

time and once upon ago
Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed
on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath

dear Aglaia, the tall and slim
in elegance, slow danced with wind
cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked

and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright
her supple shallow roots held tight
as fledglings flitted from their summer nests

yes time and once upon ago
from seed to sprout these beauties showed
resilience when the tempests raged
they met each season shift with grace
flowered, fruited, shed their seed
the most magnificent of trees
and lovely still, though worn with age
if they could speak what might they say?

embrace each season of this life
dwell on the good, let go the strife
time steals away before you know
so learn to bend when fierce winds blow
let your roots spread deep and wide
reach to heaven’s North Star guide
then soft surrender to the loam
leave not a trace, but grace, come home

~kat

heat-waives

heat-waives
a haiku

how weary she looks
parched, fading, lush to chartreuse
wistful for autumn

~kat

late summer encounter

late summer encounter

I spied a lovely doe today
she held my gaze, then leapt away
into the brush deep in the hollow
I fought the urge to rush and follow
to think I’m kind would not be safe
we humans are a cruel race
I kept my distance glad to see
her intuition made her flee
run free sweet forest sprite run free
it’s best to fear the likes of me
as hunters plan their autumn sacks
be swift, stay safe, and don’t look back

~kat


the rain is enough for now

the rain is enough for now

elevator music is little consolation,
mindless games on my smartphone,
a favorite song, full blast,
channel surfing, tik tok scrolling,
chocolate, hot tea, happy thoughts,
positive thinking is futile, powerless
when the unknown looms just beyond
my reach, and the answers I seek
demand patience that is wearing thin…
thinner still, the veil, drifting into view
brushing my shoulders, caressing me
in the excruciating silence of waiting
waiting is a merciless exercise
where I find myself counting each breath,
inhaling deeply, filling to the brim,
exhaling slowly, settling into my skin,
to think I try to find solace in these things,
to muster silly defenses
against the terribleness of unknowing
when all I really need is to feel,
to experience the moment, the now
to hear the rain dancing on the roof
to realize it’s enough
and all I need to know

-kat

wild blackberries

wild blackberries 

I don’t mind
being encroached upon
by the invasive species
of these foothills…
blackberry brambles
hug the long driveway
to my house on the hill
bursting with fruit
I don’t mind
that the deer, the squirrels,
the rabbits, chickadees, finches,
cardinals, and wrens will glean
most of this year’s bounty…
I don’t even mind sharing
with bullish, boisterous bluejays
I’ll happily savor my annual
handful of luscious sweets, fingers
stained a lovely shade of purple-blue
how gracious my neighbors are
sweetly serenading me, gracing
me with visits that take my breath
they don’t mind me
trudging noisily along the wood’s edge
rustling them from their burrows
and perches…they don’t mind
being encroached upon by me…

~kat