I live in the city and work in an office from 8:39 am to 5:00 pm…or later…



…but my true place in this world can be found midst the trees and the misty hollows, near bubbling streams and on the shores of the sea. This is where I go to reconnect…









I live in the city and work in an office from 8:39 am to 5:00 pm…or later…



…but my true place in this world can be found midst the trees and the misty hollows, near bubbling streams and on the shores of the sea. This is where I go to reconnect…










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