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

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