Thursday, January 12, 2017



What’s the Phoebe doing here
In coldest cold
And barest bones of year
A sentinel on skeleton of
Boughs that crack the brittle air
And where’s his little mate
He calls for so beseechingly
Has he remained to look for her
Phoe-be
The depth of winter swallowing his plea
Phoe-be
Phoe-be
His two note song deep frozen there
Wrapped in winter’s will
No other music to be heard
But one lone bird
We wait together
He and I
All but in vain
No answer comes
No sweet reply
No love to keep him warm
And Spring too far away




Sara Mathews     January 2017

Sunday, January 8, 2017




It’s as though it means something
This gentle snow
The wide eyed flakes
So quiet in descent
Gaining ground
Gathering soundless
Heartbeats
Like separate letters falling
The lacy thoughts collecting
Sifting memories
Softly
Softly
They pound like hooves
Upon the stillness




Sara Mathews     January 2017

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