Thursday, December 1, 2016


The sun shouldered his way through the crowds
Quite forcefully
As though he were bringing me an urgent message
And hot as a brand he shone upon my mind
My morning
Transforming my ideas
Clearing hazy introspection
Be aware
Be aware
And then as quickly he was gone
Drifting back under throng of deliberate cloud
But it was enough
An almost personal appearance
A calling from aloft
To make something of this day





Sara Mathews     December 2016

Tuesday, November 22, 2016



This is my morning
My grey beginning
My heavy shawl of rain
My teardrops etching sadness
Down the pane
My heartbreak
Weighing heavy on the leaves
My birds in quiet kinship
As we grieve




Sara Mathews     November 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016




I take joy
In the little things
Swirling cream to my coffee
Sharing toast with the cat
The roof deck where the grape vines wither
And cling to the unpicked fruit
Spicy with frost
The sun just skimming the rooftops
Tracing a last path of summer 'cross my face
I take joy in a deep full breath
Of autumn
The sharp smell of leaves wet on the walk
Their last hurrah
The crabapple silhouettes
Lingering in the concrete
A sweet cider scent
Still perceptible
I take joy in my comrades
The squirrels anxious with errands
And the echo of the crow
Out of sight
But vibrating the cold uncluttered sky
And filling my ears with a message
To take joy





Sara Mathews     November 2016

Monday, November 14, 2016



My window on the world
Shows me yesterday
Although
I’m sure it is today
Yesterday’s news still flutters
Down the street
Yesterday’s blues
Still puddle ‘neath the rose
The birds are on a loop
Repeat
Repeat
The clouds remain
Their shape the same
The sun is in repose
Yesterday knocks
Well meaning
From the West
I draw the blinds
And choose
Today



Sara Mathews      November 2016

Saturday, November 5, 2016



A Seneca wind blew
Through the tops of the tallest pine
I thought it was dream
The meaning was elusive as this native wind
It stirred in me some deep
And ancient memory
My feet were getting way ahead of me
Anxious as they were to follow
And my heart too
Leapt on ahead of hesitation
My earthly self was nervous to let go
To breathe the life of one
I used to be
To know
I filled my lungs with recklessness
As I was wanting answers
And let the wind control
It carried me on reminiscent wave
It brought me up to Eagle skies
To heights I’d never dare
It showed me worlds
I used to wander
The tears came swiftly then
Ancestral rivers overflowed
And rapids rushed with clarity
And the Seneca sun shone full
Through the tops of the tallest pine
And the Eagle cried
Welcome home




Sara Mathews     November 2016

Sunday, October 2, 2016



I woke up dreaming of the wind
Though there was none
Perhaps the softness of it’s absence
Was the silent siren song
That made me think of you
The way the curtain hung
Anticipating
One small breath or
Sigh
To indicate the morning has begun
Perhaps the tiny leaf
Un-spun
Was why I thought of us
Awaiting gale and gust
August
Autumn
All
Are motionless
With indecisiveness
We wait for you
To carry us
On wings of fall




Sara Mathews     October 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016




Last night
I walked beside the moon
A quiet
Reassuring confidant
He hung with me
And traipsed the autumn eve
Listening when I spoke
Nodding knowingly
As though my words were his
One mind we were
He floated through the clouds and
Cleared the trees
To shadow me
A constant company
My mother said
Her moon was cold
Just a couple towns away
The coldest moon she’d ever felt
Or seen
But I
Did not find mine
Aloof at all




Sara Mathews     September 2016