Ivan Aivazovsky


I couldn’t take comfort in the wind
Last night it blew unease
And scolded at the pane
Outbursts of something unresolved
Something sad and heavy wailed
And pushed against my soul
I tried to turn my mind
Or turn the wind
To merely gusts of winter
Full moon tugs against the tide
But still it left my conscious dreams
Restless and admonished
And I woke up wondering
What I must have left undone
Unsaid




Sara Mathews     January 2019

                                                                      
The day insists
That I do nothing
The flakes sift down
Sigh against the sill
And beg
I not disturb
The light is fragile
Crystal
Breathing glass
With clear intent
And asks
I tiptoe
The world around
Spins sermon like
To solemn white
The mission
Requires
I conspire

Sara Mathews     January 2019

Claude Monet