young mothers 

how I remember those long blurry days, the short sleep deprived nights
suburban crawls, toddlers in tow, strollers draped in crocheted lace
young mothers in passing, smiles and nods masking insecurities

if only we knew then that this time would fly by, children grow up
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
to realize how perfectly flawed we were, wouldn’t change a thing

~kat

I don’t have a photographic glimmer to share with you today. This evening’s glimmering moment of zen happened on my evening walk with Gabby. Something caught her fancy and off she darted into the darkness, into the woods that edge our yard. She never does this, usually staying close by…doing her usual business and happily dancing around me once we’re safely back inside, expecting a little treat for being such a good girl!

Tonight I had to go after her, calling for her several times. She ignored me of course which only added to my angst. These woods are not all happy squirrels, butterflies and graceful deer. The predators wander about at night. Coyotes, brown bear, cougars, foxes, screech owls, hawks and other raptors, and snakes. The thought that she might have cornered a skunk…or taken a roll in fresh scat also crossed my mind. I called for her again and saw her white furry self heading toward me. None of my fears were realized, of course. All that concern and fear for nothing. But what if?

We were lucky that whatever she was chasing was not bold enough to turn around and chase her. Once I got her safely inside I stepped out on the porch to take a moment. It’s getting cooler. Just the right temperature and there was a lovely breeze. As you will hear…the wind chimes were singing as an occasional gust tickled its pipes.

From all this, a remembering poem was born. The form I used was a pair of Sijo* stanzas.

You can click on the soundbar below if you want a listen. Windchimes and Crickets on a Breezy Autumn Night!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line  is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.