I promise I got this one in under the wire (midnight), but I fell asleep. Long stressful day. I’m sure I needed the rest more than meeting my self-imposed deadline! At any rate here is yesterday’s poem written in Magnetic Poetry form (the Love Kit) online.
last dance
when the dance comes to an end and the music fades, please promise me you will be by my side, the two of us together in the quiet hours of the night remembering the light
~kat
Today’s glimmer actually just happened. My wife volunteers at a wildlife rescue nearby. She has spent a few months nurturing baby squirrels, who, for whatever reason, found themselves abandoned. She bottle fed them until they were big enough to move to an outdoor habitat to learn foraging skills. And today, five of those little angels graduated back into the wild right here on Bramlett mountain. Run free little ones, enjoy the hickory nuts from our trees. Welcome home!🥰
the wild blossoms are fading softly every bough grows less green…leaves falling gently to earth oh season of summer ending teach me how to let go
~kat
Every year during this season of transition I marvel at the grace that is on display. Lessons of accepting change, of gratefulness for a fruitful harvest, and most poignant the older I get, the beauty of letting go. I’ve been letting go for several years now…wishing my children well as they leave home to build lives of their own…losing grandparents, parents and other family members, and now friends to the great unknown,,, escorting many loyal animal companions to the rainbow’s end…downsizing to accessible, manageable housing, to spare my children the burden of disposing of my junk when I’m gone…and all this I believe has softened me for the ultimate letting go. I’d like to believe that all this practice will make it an easy gentle passing. Life lived full in the blink of an eye. But I can’t say I won’t miss being here. Every scrumptious, magnificently beautiful moment has been a privilege, causing me these days to savor every bit of it!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Enjoy the ride!
~kat
Dawn of the Grackles ~ Dozens…could be hundreds of these beautiful black birds have descended upon the Bramlett Mountain Foothills. A sight to see! And today’s glimmer!
rock-a-bye moon the stars have run out of wishes…the fat lady sang her song, but no one was listening…the fiddler had played them to sleep and a thousand suns faded to black
~kat
It was one on those days. My phone ringing off the hook. Hours talking family members through stuff. I must’ve hung out my “Mom is in” sign in the clouds. It is rare that I get an actual phone call. These days the preferred mode of communication is text. It’s lovely to be needed. Years after they have grown and started lives and families of their own, a simple phone call is a wonderful thing…a voice…not text shorthand and emojis on a screen. Needless to say I launched immediately into mom mode. It’s the little things, isn’t it?
I tend to lean toward chronicling the times we’re living in through poetry, and my writing. That’s why glimmers have become an important detour for me. Today, it was o phone call. And of course Gabby too. She keeps me from going over the edge.
A silly Gabby…As if to say…why so serious mom? Why indeed! She just might be an angel…
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