the moment we
believe in our
dreams, they
become something
to hope for
like a cat on a window
ledge, always looking
out as life passes by,
some of us are prisoners
never longing for more
‘tis the season of
peace and sacred
light, blossoms softly
frosted, love’s pure
longing, come to
quiet our souls
through the dark night
~kat
she winds her way
from the mountain deep
life springing forth
through roots, over moss
covered stone…the river
is long, beautiful and
wild…she never rests
~kat
The muse is being philosophical today…😉
light is not quiet
we’d know this
if we were listening
they will whisper
do it anyway
live like no one
is watching
i love knowing
that somewhere
in the world flowers
are blooming and
day is night…when
we look up we see
the same sky
go for brilliance
or not at all
there is no almost
to breathing
~kat
softly she comes
murmuring on cold
breezes, covering
the earth gently
with thick blankets
of frost…winter calls
every soul to deep peace
~kat
like a leaf
tossed by a cool breeze
i let go
~kat
For Haiku Horizons challenge, prompt word, ‘Breeze’.
like mercury colliding... 