ferocious defender of
hearth and home, yet
how softly she embraces
those she loves, only
a fool would cross her
with a thousand stars
in the night sky to wish
upon remember to listen
to your soul, emotions,
the heart, cannot
be trusted
gentle breezes
sweet birdsong
shade is growing
boughs are greening
beneath the late
winter sun
~kat
how bright the earth shines
as dark of night gives
way to the dawning sun
every day a wee bit
longer than the last
~kat
I do not need cake or
champagne to celebrate the years
bits of magic dazzle me just fine
things like warm smiles, long kisses,
poetry, baby’s breath, belly laughs,
blue skies, and breezy mornings
are all I need to fill my cup
~kat
she’s a wild one, they say
a free spirit living by her
intuition, following a sacred
path, a wanderer, she knows
there is more to life than
being normal like the rest
there is no magic,
no secret to finding
one’s bliss
listen to your heart
it will show the way
I have opened my
eyes to a thousand
mornings remembering
only bits of dreams
I think they must
belong to the night
and my heart…it knows
I never mentioned
the bits of eggshells
on my tongue…what
mattered most was
the love you baked
into the cake and
its sweetness
~kat
tonight hearts are
broken; their joy
devoured by
darkness…for
them morning
never comes
i have wasted
thousands of hours
overthinking life
when the only thing
that matters
is this moment
the earth murmurs
beneath our feet
the wind sings
through tree boughs
life’s sweet for those
who are listening
~kat
like mercury colliding... 