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head in the clouds

head in the clouds

the clouds fell to earth tonight
millions of water droplets swirled
around me as i walked, my flashlight
capturing their frenzied fluttering
white noise against a starless,
moonless sky, so this is how it
feels to have one’s head in the
clouds, dreamlike, catching tiny
water daubs on my skin and
the tips of my hair and eyelashes,
damp, chill, just me and the trees,
the crunch of gravel under my feet
and the peepers, awake from their
winter slumber, singing of spring

~kat

dead of winter

dead of winter

the trees have been silent lately but
for the occasional moan, pressed
to breaking by the wind; the sun,
choked by damp drear hasn’t shown
his face for weeks; all is gray but,
who am i to curse the day, to
loathe the rain that swells the creeks
and soaks the earth, kissing the
roots, the dormant seedling shoots
messy, messy life, muddy, red clay
paw prints on just mopped floors, no
matter, there are cool wet noses to
kiss and velvet ears to scratch, and a
book collecting dust on my nightstand,
it’s crisp pages longing to be caressed,
words upon beautiful words whispering,
the irony...giving voice to muted trees

~kat

january 20, 2021 – USA

january 20, 2021 - USA

it’s time to breathe
to let the stale air that
choked us free, how long
we have waited, our breath bated
for the light to find us in the nooks,
the safe havens we mistook for home,
oh we have been alone, apart
too long, starved for touch, feeling
lost, reeling from too high a cost, in lives,
our very souls, trembling here but for
grace and truth, the truth finally clear,
it’s time to start a new direction, striving
for that perfect imperfection, scary,
messy, hope in balance, sacrifice
our precious talents at the altar
of the whole, united, with one
solemn goal; let history recall this day
when the air swelled, when time shifted,
as we breathed in; as we exhaled
the burden of the past was lifted
and we began to heal

~kat

new year


new year

new year, cleansing rain
wash away the pain
last year
wrought, begin again,
there’s nothing to gain
from tears
o’er the past, hope reigns
no fear

~kat

January 2021 Day One: The Lai is a French form. It's a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an "a" and "b" rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an "a" rhyme use 5 syllables; the "b" rhyme lines have 2 syllables. 

solstice 2020

solstice 2020

darkest
night of winter
fair planets kiss, glowing
age of Aquarius dawning
solstice

~kat


A Garland Cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) fir this week’s Holiday Theme-Based Tanka Tuesday Challenge.

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