Oh ~ how the wind cries tonight
What can her troubles be
That she is up so late
Weeping and wallowing
It’s clear she needs some comfort
How she wails
And wanders restlessly
Relentlessly
So let me go and be with her
To hold some of her grieving
And shoulder her travails
I know  ~
I’ll sympathize
How nights like this can be
I’m here for you ~
I’ll croon to her
And we’ll go everywhere
And anywhere
She asks of me



Sara Mathews     April 2020
Winslow Homer

I belong to the morning

The sun woke me early

Needing company

The tiny buds ~

Dew covered wishes

Needed admiration

The birds that sang 

Arise 

Arise

Wanted my applause

The soft oyster colored sky

Begged for description

And the tender breath

Of the newborn wind

Became my prayer

Sara Mathews     April 2020

Hippolyte Petitjean ~ Paris

I ask little of this day

Except to remain

This solid fog

I ask to simply be

No thought required 

My heart is heavy as a tome

Sad words spill from the page

And flood the weary sky

And flocks of sad birds cry

A heartbreak song

Of loss 

Of loss

I cannot comprehend

The news they toll

These limbs lie idle

Hands beseech

I pray

Let all my comfort

Gather round

The shades 

Draw down

And fog

Cocoon me

In a womb

Of grey 

Sara Mathews (For Richard)  April 2020

Emanuele Pagni (used with permission)

https://www.emanuelepagni.com/

The frog ensemble

Is back in town

I heard them 

Warming up

Tonight

Clearing throats

Of winters mud

And sounding quite

Off key

The sharps and flats

Of down below

The ponds

Extremities

They’re practicing 

Their etudes

In croaking 

Harmonies

And by tomorrows

Show they’ll be

Performance

Reedy

Sara Mathews     April 2020

Hope

I dreamt all night
In yellow
Each face 
Each thought
Wore rings of gold
O' hope 
O' joy
O' promise
It’s meaning wove it’s way
Around my yesterday
It traveled years to color
My tomorrow
And now 
Upon my waking tongue
I speak in yellow prose
And yellow aura 
Glows 
Upon each face
Each thought
And every gilded destiny




Sara Mathews     April 2020
Dante Gabriel Rossetti