trees are made for the
wildest of winds
it is when they
forget, that they snap
i want to be
like a rose losing
my petals…a life
fully lived, tiny
deaths crushing me
in sweetness
i am charmed
by gentle moments…
little things
remembering when
lying was not a daily thing
i can’t…that’s no lie
~kat
beautiful flowers cling
to sweetness even
after they have been
uprooted from the
garden, blooming as if
they will live forever
~kat
Magnetic Poetry-Nature Kit
how sad we’d be
without poetry…eden
would be a garden;
gentle dawn rustling,
a day; moonstones,
rocks; beautiful blooms,
flowers; withering, death
~kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit
some roses root deep
blooming in gardens
others, oh, they wander,
wild as the wind, climbing
from darkness to light
they say a rose is a rose
it’s true…every one sweet
~kat
baby’s breath is
a hint of eternity
a blush of the
afterlife lingering
eggs in the garden
left for tiny fingers
to find, melted
chocolate, petals
crushed beneath
heaven’s stillness
when love is always
a fight, someone’s
not listening
deep green afterglow
sweetness on the breeze
spring
rain
softly
falling
~kat
like mercury colliding... 