Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 -Day 4

Midnight Moon
midnight moon

i like the dawn golden in hues, powder blue
with lemony mist creep-creeping mid-tree
east window undressed to take in the view
so to rise with the sun, the first sight I see
we past settling dusk I prefer shadows cool
the slightest white twinkling star canopy
darkness as black as a patent black shoe
to swallow me whole into rem cycle sleep
but windows exposed to the fullest of moons
send me wearily toward sheer insanity
I could cover the glare but I’d miss the dawn too
restless nights produce poems laced with lunacy

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 4 Prompt: craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season. Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.


I may hop back on later today to share another glimmer. But at least for now, the moon though my side window tonight should be glimmer enough!

I love my naked windows most of the time. Mornings especially…and throughout my workday. And even most nights…except on those nights when the moon is full. As you can see I have a direct view of the moon when it is days before and days after a full moon. It makes me question my interior decorating practice of no window dressings for our house on the edge of the woods. Then dawn arrives and I find myself grateful for the view once again!

Can something that drives you bananas still be a glimmer? I’ll let you decide that for yourself. As for me…this evening’s glimmer became inspiration for a poem. As tired as I am that it’s going to take a few minutes longer before the moon passes through…I made good use of the time, and have a fun little poem to show for it. A glimmer in disguise so to speak. So that would be a yes for me. With some glimmers you may have to look for the silver lining!

Much love, Peace, and Glimmers to you

~kat

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Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 3

Fog in the Foothills 2026 ~kat
gatekeepers of the veil

there are angels living among us
with years of education, clinical training,
decades of fixing, managing, restoring…
all tossed to the wind to attend to a soul,
to quiet the angry flesh that binds it,
gently redirecting faltering hearts
to embrace mortality with grace,
to enter the unknown known…
ER urgency, ICU diligence, code blue, crash carts,
extreme, experimental, extraordinary measures dismissed,
while convincing their charges to join them
having broken free themselves
from all that their worldly title implies, their mission now simply,
compassion, comfort, communication…
they have learned how let go control
with purposeful intention,
to escort souls in transition
some people call them nurses, but
I am convinced they are angels
it takes an angel who knows the way
to direct us safely through the darkness
to the other side toward the light

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 3 prompt: write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be.


Today’s glimmer is my crow friend. He comes by sometimes just to watch. He knows I see him. I know he sees me watching him. There is something extraordinary about being acknowledged by another living soul who makes its presence known with intention. We do this, we two, my crow friend and me, together. I see you seeing me, seeing you, and I choose to pause in your presence for a few magical moments.

We don’t actually speak, but we both know. And that is enough, and everything!

Much love, peace, and glimmering presence to you. I see you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 ~ Day 2

the doe’s motel 

twelve is that awkward age in the best
of times, sweaty, smelly prepubescence with a touch
of self-consciousness, breast nubs, and pimples,
no matter where home happens to be, in
a tidy cul de sac with a mailbox at the end of a paved
driveway, edged by a meticulously coifed lawn
with a lavender phlox border or at the Doe’s Motel
on Route 45 in Libertyville, home to a family
of eight kids who shared three rooms, the oldest
boy, a paraplegic who could swim like a fish in
the kidney-shaped swimming pool and us,
my dad, mom, sister and me, third kitchenette
unit from the end, the only room with a colored
TV, bought by my dad, with special permission from
the reservation office, to make it feel more like home…
normal is just a setting on a washing machine

I don’t know why it pops into my head all
these years later, I don’t need remembering
now with a steady roof, a proper address, a mailbox, cupboards
always stocked, categorized, alphabetically, in tidy, unsettling rows, labels facing out, and
a mortgage paid on time, the first bill paid
every month year after decades before
groceries, before anything, with a steady
9 to 5, give or take, to sustain it all,
I’ve come a long way from the Doe’s Motel…I have…

imagine my surprise to discover it still
stands, an RV stop these days, reminding
me how fragile life is for survivors…
that kidney-shaped pool is paved over
now, but the ghosts of us swimming
like fishes that summer of 1968…
I remember us swimming all too well

~kat

Na/GloWriPoMo 2026 Day 2 prompt: write your own poem in which you recount a childhood memory. Try to incorporate a sense of how that experience indicated to you, even then, something about the person you’d grow up to be.


Time for a glimmer…in the midst of a deluge of storms yesterday afternoon well into the night we had a brief glimmer of sky and the setting sun at dusk. Proof that even in the midst of a storm…there are glimmers to be found!

Much love, peace, and glimmers in the storm to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


Na/GloPoWriMo Day 1

corvid clemency 

forgiveness from crows
is an honor, when bestowed,
not to be tested,
the faces they remember
rouse ire fueled by vengeance

~kat

Day One Na/GloPoWriMo 2026 Prompt: write your own tanka – or multi-tanka poem. Theme and tone are up to you, but try to maintain the five-line stanza and syllable count.

Tanka is a traditional Japanese poetic form consisting of 31 syllables arranged in five lines with a 5-7-5-7-7 structure. Originating over 1,300 years ago, it is a deeply emotional, often melancholic form centered on love, nature, and personal reflection. It often features a pivotal “turn” (kami-no-ku to shimo-no-ku) between the first three lines and the last two, offering a “long haiku” with more depth. 


A note about today’s poem:

The crow featured above is special because it is actually against a crow’s nature to forgive. a year ago one of their comrades died at my crow feeder. It was clear after this unfortunate event that my murder of crows thought I had something to do with its demise. As a result, they avoided me like the plague. Of course I was heartbroken. I kept putting out peanuts for them which they staunchly ignored. (The squirrels and blue joys loved having those treats all to themselves!) And then one day one of them got brave, I assume, and helped himself to a peanut. I was persistent and it seemed to pay off. Before long a half dozen, more than my original murder of three granted me clemency. They visit me everyday now. I am honored to have regained their trust, and believe me I don’t take likely the trust they’ve placed on me. It’s a true blessing. So of course the fellow above while paired with my cautionary tanka, is also my glimmer for today.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨



NaPoWriMo 2026 – the early bird


the early bird

they want you to believe
that there are worms
aplenty
for motivated
early risers
so we set our alarms
for still dark o-clock
splash our faces with
cold water and down
crushed coffee bean mud
to join the robins
who will tell you
that you must break ground
before dawn
to win the race
it’s all a lie you know…
the worms have built
an entire network
underground
unsettling the soil
still…
you will spend
an entire lifetime
early-birding it
until just the promise
of worms
draws you under
where the hint
of fresh-plucked carrots
dangles just
out of reach
as night-crawlers
churn in your gut
burrowing beneath
your skin
ending the ruse

~kat

Early bird entry for NaPoWriMo 2026. It is what it is. That’s what you get at 4 am!

Busy day of work ahead. Leaving you with a glimmer just the same…a snapshot of my sidekick Gabby. She was very sick several weeks ago. A nasty tick got her and we we thought we might lose her. But she is back, recovered, and stuck to me like Velcro. Every day is a gift. 😊

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨