Wednesday, May 17, 2017



When you fly away from me
Oh, how my heart stretches sore
With a sadness jogging solidly
In place
No wings to follow
All hands to wring and worry
But in a calmer heart I know
Your flight is fair
And when I see you go
My eyes snap longing photographs
With every blinking tear
To blur the margins
Of my solitude
And I turn softly to myself
In clipped responsible lament
No wings
No wings






Sara Mathews     May 2017



Monday, May 15, 2017



I am swallowed
By this day
Devoured in the grayness of it
The leaden drops
Of introspection
Weigh me to my bed
But not unhappily
More like a sleep
That overtakes me in a pleasant
Numbing of the brain
A buzzing of the atmosphere
A blurring of the need
To move
And my body quiets to the rhythm
Of submersing in the womb
I will abide here softly
Like a tiny leaf
I curl
And feed the ravenous hunger
Of the rain




Sara Mathews     May 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017



Grey like a pearl
Comes the morning
Washed up on the sand
Handled and worn
Turned over
And over
And over again
Polished and gleaming
With worry





Sara Mathews     May 2017

Thursday, April 27, 2017



But it’s after the rains
When things really happen
When the seams break open
Spilling forth
All that is pent up
When the ground swells
In uncontained revelry
Exploding with riotous voice
It’s after the rains
When the walls
Crumble in
And the very foundation of you
Slips back to mother earth
Only then
The true healing
The Spring of you
Can rise up greening
Beside the new rose
More vibrant than before
More alive
In boisterous ascent
With the wakening world




Sara Mathews     April 2017

Wednesday, April 26, 2017




I can see myself
On that sunny hill
Part of me
More than a shadow
Maybe a heartbeat dropped
In the twisted vine
The wild bramble
Caught to the hem
Of this long lost soul
A wisp of my breath
Still flutters the copper leaf
A trace of my step
Lingers soft
In the burnished pine
And I can hear myself
In the wooded glade
My whistle lives on
With the raucous jay
The notes suspended
All these days  
Waiting
Waiting for my return





Sara Mathews     April 2017

Photograph by Martha Andrews Donovan

Thursday, April 20, 2017



A wisp of broken morning
The stars still speak of night
The moon
A remnant memory
The clouds
A fleeting dream
And I
The solemn innocent
Bathed
In beginning light







Sara Mathews     April 2017

Thursday, March 23, 2017




I couldn’t sleep last night
With the fretful wind
Too close to my heart was she
Her indecisiveness I knew too well
The sudden fits
False starts
Headstrong gusts
They rattled at the brain
And shook my solid hideaway
Unleashing beasts of memory
I joined her rousting of the night
We beat our chests with savage strength
We howled and shoved and hurled the air
And spent the last
Of every little breath
Every unwept tear







Sara Mathews     March 2017

Friday, March 10, 2017



When the sky is grim
And the rain is sad
And I wake to the reluctant day
The heaviness becomes me
My face as pale as the missing sun
My step as soft as the muffled hour
And the slow rolling mist
Is my ally
We don’t disagree
But share our dreary company
As two grey souls
The day and I




Sara Mathews     March 2017

Thursday, March 9, 2017



The day my father died
Was a cold day in winter
Brittle
Gray
Unyielding
Like a fast approaching storm
We shored against
With some small hope
But the sky leaned in
And took him
I held his hand
'til it went cold
And still I couldn’t leave
There was a certain peace
But not enough
To let him make his way
Alone




Sara Mathews     March 2017

Sunday, February 5, 2017



He did not look like death
His eyes were much too kind
His voice too light
Compassion in his soul
The morning did not feel like death
The sun too strong
And bright with promises
No shroud of mist hung round the door
No fog
Despairing us with hopelessness
Instead
A gentle breeze
Played with the leaves
A joyful bird
Sang pretty tune
And time chose not to stop
The way I thought it might
And when he came into the room
No gloom licked at the corners
No somber forces elbowed in
Just golden shafts across the floor
And dust motes sparked
As tears fell quietly
In prism drops



Sara Mathews     February 2017
For Charlie

Monday, January 23, 2017

                                                                 Photo by Ingrid Mathews


I cried one solitary teardrop
Like a cloud
It gathered all my hopes and fears
In unshed tears
And delicate as it was
It carried the weight of the world
And as it traced it’s way
My face became the story
It scrolled my cheek with songs
Of victory
Regrets
And Joyous memory
I caught it carefully
And cradled it within my hands
I sought my visage
In the rainbow bands
And then the tear transformed
Into a crystal ball
Revealing days ahead
And past
Daughters
Mothers
Grandmothers
Greats
All the similar triumphs
All the same mistakes
We were an army in a prism orb
I knew my mission then
I held the future of my children
Of us all
Within this tear
I walked my offering to the sea
My salt of sorrow
My vigilance of tomorrow
I slipped our teardrop
To his care
And prayed
Arms wide
He caught us on a rising tide!




Sara Mathews     January 2017

Photography by Ingrid Mathews

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
Though all 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