Sunday, October 8, 2017



An autumn wind blew in
Sighing on the sill
A fluttering of waning dreams
A song of purple Aster
Heavy with the bee
Of Sunflowers swinging drunkenly
And Queen Anne’s lace
Bejeweled
A touch of night still
Guards the swollen grape
The warming sun
Concocting spices never named
Or bottled
The scents of childhood long ago
Besetting me
They wander past and
Waft against the shore of me
They drift me down a country road
A nip of frost beneath my toes
The glassy air
The cobalt blue
A rush of color at my feet
Ah, September
To be young!
She has me wholly in her grasp
And leads me hungry
To this memory
I pluck the essence from the laden vine
And hold the last few breaths
Of summer
On my tongue




Sara Mathews     October 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017

                                                                  Nicolae Grigorescu


Shall I dust
Or sit and watch the sun
Play light and shadow games
On every leaf
Gold and black calligraphy
Secret sonnets
Just for me
And the tiny wren
Who nestles in the vine
Shall I wash
Or lose my way within the wind
We traipse the garden
He and I
Turning every blossom to the bee
We hum the grasses lazily
And trace a path of ghost steps
On the lawn
Shall I sweep
Or shall I practice on my echo
Every trill and buzz
And rattle
Every languid summer song




Sara Mathews     August 2017

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

                                                                        Duy Huynh



Hello
My pretty flowers
Every day I kiss your faces
And tell you how beautiful you are
And you tell me
How happy I look
I wasn’t always ~
Not this truthful
Deep and rooted peace
That only comes with weathering
And rain
It’s not wisdom that I seek
But to wake up with the sun
Glowing through my veins
In shades of pink hibiscus
Purple phlox
And morning glory



Sara Mathews     August 2017

Artwork by Duy Huynh (used with permission)

Thursday, August 3, 2017

                                                      Photograph by Dheny Patungka


When a friend asked me
If I missed you
I didn’t know what to say
Or how to explain
The murky depths of missing
How I search the hollows
Of the night for you
Trying to pull you back to clarity
To find your entity
Your expression
Your being
And how the fear of losing you
Once more from memory
Is what can break my heart
I stretch into the caverns
Of my mind
I strain my inner sight
To raise you up
To summon you
But only do I get a glimpse
A suggestion of your face
A trace of what you were
And I cannot sleep for failure
Of my recollection
And when my friend asks me
If I miss you
I want to tell him
How I leave my bed
Saddened that I need to do this
Once again
And hold your photograph
Your paper soul
Before my eyes
Imprinting
Imprinting
Imprinting
So tomorrow night
You will not slip away



Sara Mathews     August 2017




Thursday, July 13, 2017

                                                        Photograph by Ingrid Mathews


When I forget to listen
And all the little miracles fly by
When I forget to be
And the day slips under my feet
When one petal falls
And the softness of it’s message
Escapes my mind
Then this world
And all it’s fantasy
Spins me round
Unsteadies
Gives a gentle shake
Awakens me
Ah, hear
Hear what the little sparrow
Has to say
Hear the silver in the rain
The whispers
In the shape shifting clouds
Have reason
Let them speak




Sara Mathews     July 2017

Photo by Ingrid Mathews

Friday, June 23, 2017

                                                                   Brenda Wilbert


The possibilities of the day
Are many
It seems a bit too bright for gloom
Too grey for celebration
A little too soon
To slip into a mood
Or choose a face
I talk to the flowers
They know weather
We go round and round
About the chilly Spring
Too cold for tulips
They admit
Too wet for the giddy lilac
But hope explodes in the pink azalea
And the climbing rose
And now the sun sallies in
Without excuse
Just as we thought
We whisper
And the poppies regroup
As we greedily fill our lungs
With gold





Sara Mathews     June 2017

Artwork by Brenda Wilbert (used with permission)

Sunday, June 18, 2017



The sky is lowering the boom
That is the expression
My father used
When we told him
I understand it now
The feeling of it all
Coming down around
A final curtain call
A premonition of a
Last goodbye
And yet
I see a comfort
In the envelope of fog
Like a favorite blanket
Come to wrap itself
Around your shoulders
Embracing
With familiar touch
Enfolding you
With warm
Companionship
So you are not alone
What made me think of this
Looking out the window
At the rain admonished rose
The wrap of mist
The lowering sky
I look up to the heavens
And smile
Because I know
They hold you close




Sara Mathews     June 2017