
…to the wind
making me breathless
stirring my wild tendencies
a whisper, a fierce tempest
power to bend trees
tossing my hair, setting my soul free
~kat

…to the wind
making me breathless
stirring my wild tendencies
a whisper, a fierce tempest
power to bend trees
tossing my hair, setting my soul free
~kat

…to weekends
blissful sleeping in
no alarms, no place to be
let the leisure time begin
have a cup of tea
watch a movie, read a book or three
~kat

…to the rain…again
grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here
~kat

…to being normal
i certainly don’t
advise following in line
sheepishly complying won’t
work if you’re inclined
to be you, not as others define
~kat

…to mourning doves
dawn breaks in mourning
the haunting sound of doves’ cry
on this fairest of mornings
bright sun in the sky
a new day awaits, spread your wings, fly
~kat