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Florescence #4

battered, billowing trees
bent from a blust’ry breeze
their dappled crowns like seas, leaf scattered


Playing along with Jane Dougherty’s Daily Florescence Poem Challenge. Today Jane combined her florescense with a 5-word prompt from Secret Keeper. After laboring on and off for hours over the 5 words and their synonyms, my head started to hurt. So I glanced out the window and watched the wind-tossed trees. Mercifully the universe gave me a substitute topic for today’s daily poem. Coffee break over…back to spreadsheets and memos. 🙂

Magnetic Poetry Monday

how must it feel
to dying leaves after
falling from above, never
more to rustle, warmed
by soft sunny breezes
who see only the brown
lonely boughs of a tree
they loved, longing for
beautiful green cover…
but for some wild
night of wind, they are
left to wither alone


magnetic poetry (nature kit)

Life in Boxes


Versailles Orangerie – Photo by TJ Paris

roots never mingling
these solitary gardens
know not frost’s cool kiss


For TJ’s weekly Household Haiku Challenge, inspired by his wonderful photo of the Versailles Orangerie and using the prompt words: Garden & One (solitary).

What Lies Beneath 

“What Lies Beneath” digital art by Kat Myrman 2017

It’s what lies beneath,
tangled roots thrusting downward,
synapses surging,
that rouses trees to greening,
born of fire in Gaia’s heart.

(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)

Season of Letting Go

Each year, this particular tree clings tightly to a leaf that mystically takes on the shape of a bird. Of course having a vivid imagination helps, but before you dismiss me as completely looney, I’d like to point out that this year there are at least two leaf-birds. Can you see them?

I watch them as Winter comes, waiting for the inevitable … the day when the leaf can no longer hang on, only to be swept away on the wind for her first and final flight in complete surrender.

And each year I am reminded, in this season of letting go, to consider the things, people and thoughts that I may be clinging too tightly to, that no longer bring life and light into my life. Like my friend the tree, I am good at creating the illusion, even if only in my own mind, that I need these things in my life. But ultimately I know I must consider letting it all go. Just like the bird-shaped leaves on my tree, the fading, muted, useless “stuff” of my life is just a reflection of what could be if I make room for it by letting go.

Thanks for the reminder old friend, you and your shape-shifting bird-leaves! I’ll let go when you do. ❤️

though bitter winds howl
she clings to mem’ries of spring,
summer on the wing,
muted specters wintering,
shape-shifting leaves rememb’ring…

kat ~ 23 November 2016
(Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)

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