snow day musings
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snow falls soft
blanketing the ground
sounds on mute
2-
soup in the stockpot
fire crackling in the hearth
sheltering in grace
3-
winter trees
beautiful in white
frost and lace
~kat
much love, peace, and gentle glimmers to you! ❄️❄️❄️✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨❄️❄️❄️
News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!
Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
sycophant’s bawl
he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane
his court of dunces hail his name
with flattery most insincere
to anyone who sees, it’s clear,
the ugly truth, they have no shame
he’s been quite naked now for years
it’s true, the emperor’s insane
they sold their souls to profiteer
for promises of power, fame
but now they know who bears the blame
oh they were duped, fed lies and fear
he’s been quite naked now for years
~kat
btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel.
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
a snapshot in time
clouds parted on night three, the super moon in view
barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph
memories capture moments like these more clearly
~kat
The clouds finally moved on and I went outside to take a quick photo. There was fog hovering low, muting my view of the moon behind the trees.
I could have tried for more photos, but the most important thing is that I did see it. I had been so disappointed a few days ago when the full moon was at peak. Fortunately she maintained her brilliance long enough to give me a glimpse of this once every 17 year Super Moon event.
I may not be here when this moon comes back into view. The memories of seeing that big bright moon in the sky on this night will carry through the rest of my days. and who knows…I just might be around next time.
This sweet life is short. If we’re fortunate enough we may experience 80 or so springs, summers, autumns, and winters. That’s not a lot when you think about it. If the fates are kind we will know love, family, friends, and the myriad emotions that color a lifetime of experiences. A photograph barely captures it. But memories are timeless treasures. I’m happy to have witnessed the super moon of December 2025. It’s been a good night.
Much love, peace, and super moon glimmers to you!
~kat
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I took one more snapshot…full sky view. Is t she a beauty!
morning hush
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dawn
dressed in winter
white
morning sounds muted
crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin
my lungs
fill with crisp air
layers of snow crunch
underfoot
full cold moon…first snow
~kat | 4 December 2025
Well…as promised, my disappointment in missing the full cold super moon was assuaged by a beautiful sight this morning! First snowfall of the season. It is all I hoped for. Enjoy the photos. Today’s glimmers. I hope you are safe, well, and warm wherever you are.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you.
~kat
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moon blushed night
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last
view this lifetime
veiled
behind snow-gray clouds…
she’ll re-emerge in seventeen years
I doubt
I’ll be here, but tonight
the air feels cool,
electric,
she moves me unseen
~kat
I was looking forward to seeing the last full super moon of 2025 tonight. As the fates would have it, clouds have hovered low most of the day. Tonight’s weather forecast is calling for the first snow of the season. This is also something I look forward to. If the snow actually does come, you know I will have first snow snapshots to share…Friday’s glimmers!
But what makes missing this particular full moon so special is that the sky position and view are something that we experience only once every 17 years. Given my advanced age, it is unlikely that I will be here to see it next time.
It got me thinking about other spectacles, events, and milestones I’ve witnessed over the years of this short life. Some may be the last time I’m experiencing them without realizing it. It makes me appreciate those moments that take my breath away…those cherished moments seared into my memory. How beautiful this life is. And how short!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you. Hold every glimmer close. You never know if it will be the last.
~kat
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like mercury colliding... 