Tag Archives: nature

day 122

beneath the white oak tree

to live in harmony
with nature, let the wind
breathe life into your soul
feel its purity deeply and
rest in the ancient knowing
that you are one
with everything you see

~kat

It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣


glimmer day 108 ~ NaGloPoWriMo 19 April 2025

true or false

what if it was impossible to tell a lie?
would we say less to each other?
would we avoid the hard conversations?
or would we finally become real…
able to look into the eyes of that face
in the mirror with acceptance, embracing
all that we are, all that we hope to be?
what if we weren’t afraid to say
what we feel, what we need,
what we think, what we know is true
imagine the freedom of fully trusting in
absolutes, in right and wrong, in light
and dark, day and night, imagine how
the world might be if the history we tell
ourselves and our children actually
happened, the good and the bad,
no judgement, but used to apply lessons
learned to make the future brighter,
a gift to our children and their children…
once upon a time when someone told
the first untruth we lost our way
because lies grow like a cancer
until the truth is impossible to know
how different would life be if we could start over
refuse the lie that some lies are okay
commit to what is real and right and true
I can only imagine it… can you?

~kat


today’s glimmer

love’s tree

if love were a tree
she’d be two trees intertwined 
from root to blue sky

~kat


NaGloPoWriMo 19 April 2025 prompt from gooduniversenextdoor: We’re making it up as we go along “If only….” or “Suppose….” For today’s poem, let’s suspend reality and write a poem that starts with a preposterous notion… then follows it. / Recommended reading: “Invisible Nests” by Kelly Madigan and “Restaurant of Dreams” by Robert Okaji 


NaGloPoWriMo 4 April 2025 ~ glimmer day 93

This is a photo taken of the morning sun using my iPhone camera. ~kat
beyond the frame

my room has frames of living art
shades of green and blue and gold
rain-splashed watercolored trees
clustered leaves in pale chartreuse
exposed patches of earthen clay
rich in grubs, where turkeys play

each window of my country home
reveals the splendor just outside
i wake up to the sun at dawn
and drift to sleep by moon at night
my walls in general are bare
paint on canvas can’t compare
with nature’s perfect masterpiece
where I am a one with all I see

~kat

I have stated before that when we moved to our little country home in the Blue Ridge foothills we decided to leave the windows undressed. It felt weird at first. I felt exposed, vulnerable even. But as I settled into this new experience after decades of shuttering myself off from the world outside; from the noise and nosy passersby, I realized what a gift it is to live so close to the natural world. I experience the seasons intimately as the landscape moves through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wildlife passes by everyday, the birds, the deer, raccoons, squirrels and opossums. Storms rush in, shaking the roof, bending the trees and soaking the earth before fading to mist under an occasional rainbow. I wake to the rising sun and sleep under a starry moonlit sky. I didn’t realize when we moved how much I needed this place. It has saved me in so many ways and I am reminded that I am not separate from the world around me, but intrinsically a part of it. I left town and gained the world. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Every day is a glimmer waiting to be discovered! 

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨  


NaGloPoWriMo 4 April 2025 Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem about living with a piece of art.


day 86 (part 2) ah spring

the greening

beneath the mountain
nature sings her song of spring
breathing earth to life

~kat~

Today was a perfect spring day. The sun was shining. The sky blue with wisps of clouds. The hummingbirds are due back in about a week. And there is the sweetest warm breeze tossing the trees. I look forward to the leaves popping from the tree limbs. This year we had so many wind storms that there is nothing left on the forest floor. I’ve never seen things so blighted. But I do rest in the hope that nature will restore what winter swept away. When spring bursts to life it will fill me with joy. There is also joy in the anticipation; in the knowing that the seasons are ever faithful.

No matter what challenges may confront me, I try to remember these lessons from nature…the rising sun at dawn, its setting at dusk, the shape shifting moon of many faces, the stars in constellation fixed in place, the movement of the planets, the tides’ ebb and flow, the abundance of the harvest every year, and the new life that bursts onto the scene every spring. What a wonderful life this is. And how blessed we are to be alive to witness it.

I know, I know, the news…it was another shocking day of injustice and abuse of power by the miscreants in the US white house and the halls of congress…just as it will be tomorrow and the next day. I’m afraid that is our lot right now. I’m engaged in the opposition….and a safe place and helper when opportunities present themselves.

But the world…my world right here, right now is alive in anticipation of the fullness of spring. Today, that’s what I’m focusing on. It is after all, what truly matters. not to mention, it give me hope. ✨💚✨

Much love, peace and glimmers of spring to you!

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit / Haiku


day 47

the song of spring
murmurs softly deep
beneath the earth where
roots and seeds rest
blanketed under winter’s
beautiful frosting

~kat

As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.

Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!

~kat

Magnetic Poetry ~ Nature Kit