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day 320

gray dawn 

autumn’s splendor fades
into a world turned gray
all is black and white

~kat

The photo above was my first view when I woke. Hard to believe that the photo is in color. How bleak. Not at all the sight one hopes for at the start of a new day. It lurked long enough for me to write this sad little haiku. 

And when I looked again the sun had streamed in to save me from drowning in melancholy. Why did I ever doubt the dawn’s ability to fill me with hope. Same window, same color setting on my camera. Beautiful bright, vibrant dawn! 

This mercurial Gemini is wide awake now, reconsidering my first thoughts of pulling the covers up round my ears and staying in bed. It’s a new day ready to be seized!

I learned something about myself. How easily I can be influenced by my surroundings for better or for worse. It would be wise for me to remember to draw from the light that resides within…to pause…to breathe when things get dark. Life is rarely just black and white. A pause gives it time to reveal its true self. 

Anyhow some silly thoughts on this bright, promising Saturday morning. The day did start with a glimmer after all! (As if there was any doubt!)

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat 

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day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨


day 318

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 315

a moment

glimmering
glimpse of the heavens
all is well

~kat

At this precise moment the message was clear, beautiful, grounding, inspiring. As I took my evening walk to finish up chores before the night set in, the horizon prompted me to pause…all is well. No promise of the future. No rehashing of the past. None of that mattered in that moment because in that moment wrapped in the glow of dusk I felt safe, protected, and seen by the universe. 

I snapped a photo to remember that even when life feels scary, challenging, and unpredictable there are always moments like these ready to embrace me. Moments that allow me to catch my breath…to pause…to breathe. 

Much love, peace, and glimmering moments that give you pause…

~kat

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day 311-314

I have been swept up in the cacophony of life this week. It caught up to me in the middle of the night. And so I thought, this is a perfect time to write. To catch up the missed days when glimmers were hard to come by. With dawn soon emerging and my head a bit clearer I hope to find ground again. Until then…there’s this…

day 311

it’s the noise, overwhelming, never ending, louder, louder
incessant, that rouses me at three am, dreamless nightmares
where the edge looms ever close, the abyss whispering

day 312
it’s the dawn that rescues me, light shimmering in the distance
just beyond, promising hope enough to keep me in the game
survival, my motivation, insanity encroaching

day 313
how does sand not lose itself into the depths when the tide swells
or flowers, tenderly bloom, never fading, when the rains come,
even stars glimmer more brightly before fading into dust

day 314
when the end is clearly not clear and the path fades
when the noise becomes too much, and the tide swells, be like sand shards,
the flowers, and fading stars, hold on til dawn, where hope waits

~kat


A simple single glimmer will do for today…

Much love, light, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨