snowy morning
crystalline frosted clusters
floating down, down, down
tree limbs drooping
hush a-bye green
winter lingering
~kat~
Time for another Cherita…it’s snowing on my little speck of earth this morning.
snowy morning
crystalline frosted clusters
floating down, down, down
tree limbs drooping
hush a-bye green
winter lingering
~kat~
Time for another Cherita…it’s snowing on my little speck of earth this morning.

I heard a bird’s
sweet song, happy
for winter’s warmth
out of season, and there
were blossoms blooming…
but it is too soon
frost is coming

under the starry night
sky it’s easy to believe
in dreams, making
promises that we
won’t keep…then
morning comes

I am just a
fool who lingers
a bit too long
in my head
bleeding poetry with
each heart throb

you could shine like
a diamond crushed
into a thousand
tiny bits, but
you are afraid
of flying
~kat
the mind knows
things, but
it is the
heart that
remembers
in a world of evil figureheads,
hacked information and easy microwave
brain access, I need a joy stick,
an avatar and a dragon to slay
a system where girls rule
and WiFi…must have that
the force is strong
flowers only bloom
in spring, withering
so easily from the
frost, but their roots
thrive through winter
cold, tendrils vining
long and deep into
the dark world always
beneath our feet
time does not stop
for cool-blooded men
who fiddle away the dreams
of thousands, but life
does go on for those
of us with love’s chant
singing in our heads…
we shall overcome
~kat

go gently my loves
you need not fight for
the light to come
remember what you
know to be true
you can trust that the
sun will find its
way to fill the sky
as it has always been

symphony
of rain
whispering
stillness
come sleep
it is time
to dream

deep is the water
cold and wild as it
wanders over mossy
stones, earth brown
dark and thick with
greening

a life that
lingers from
less to nothing
is a long, slow
eternity of almost
~kat
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every gentle breeze has
a wild nature, you know
growing from soft breaths
of air to full on windy
gusts that rustle tree
boughs, but can’t rock
those who are rooted deep
~kat