Did the rain come to you
Did she pour her heart
Into your dreams
Sobbing dire warning
Did she lean against your slumber
With her worry
Up and down the pane
Until you let her in
Did you lift your face unto her then
Throw your arms around the night
And gather her to you
Did you hold her close
For consolation
Or was she only mine
I drank the fullness
Of her weariness
And lent my teardrops
To her sorrowful refrain




Sara Mathews     March 2020
William-Adolphe Bouguereau /The storm

I am but a shell
For errant thought
A wax
A wane
A mouthful of full moons
Spiriting the wave
I am but a hope
A gasp of salt
A rise and swell
Adrift
And pulled ashore by faith
As darkness wanders round
It’s meaning
Sifts behind my eyes
Beneath my nails
I breathe the shadows
Rich and moist with tides
They whisper lives
They croon
Of loss
I savor what they tell
I am but a shell
The wind has dropped
Sun bleached
Sand peppered
Gull gulped
And tumbled raw
Exposed to hungry sea




Sara Mathews     March 2020
Leon Spilliarert / Belgium 1881-1946

Here is sadness

With her doleful eyes

And dismal tread 

She carries heavy news 

A face full of grey

She weeps her way

Into the rain

Sighs her burdens to the wind

And cries

I too 

Could love the blueness

Of an April sky

Ringing out with song

The reds of budding saplings 

The silver stream that laughs all day

Alas, no joy is mine

My harp was strung 

In somber key

Be gentle with her then

Let her stay awhile 

And rest her weariness 

Against your heart

She’s come to bide with you

For company

For empathy

For your strong 

Enduring hope

Sara Mathews     March 2020

Antoine Auguste Ernest Herbert