Sunday, January 31, 2021


The sun is the butter
The milk is the sky
And I am the fed
The wind is protector
The rain clears the chatter 
And I am the daughter
A breath is a fortune
A word is a motto
And I am the scribe
And the lung
And the wish
Each morning is gifted
Each evening is prayed to
And I am the sated
The blessed and 
The grateful
Amen


Sara Mathews     January 2021
Photo by Ingrid Mathews


 

Tuesday, January 26, 2021


My thoughts scroll by
I’m lucky to catch one
Cocky little birds
Flitting and chattering on
Quite happy to elude me
Chipping and teasing
Surfing the day
And hobo cloud
And southbound wind
Steal my words 
Whistling 
Laughing  
Seizing the morning
And wondering at me
Dull as an anchor 
Grounded as clay


Sara Mathews     January 2021

 

Tuesday, January 5, 2021


All long night 
The winds blew change
Without a pause
Or catch-a-breath
They blew as though they
Needed to
To sort
And clear and
Rearrange
They tugged the dark
And folded it
They wracked the branch
And swept the moon
They buffeted against my sleep
And pushed the limits
Of their might
I thought I’d wake to find a calm
Or peaceful scene made
Resolute
But on they carry
On and on


 Sara Mathews     January 2021
Charles E Burchfield ~ December Storm

Monday, January 4, 2021



Goodnight
Goodnight
We’ll hush the light
And as we sleep 
The dark retreats
May I carry safely through
The valuables entrusted me
A whispered breath to
Search inside
A little voice resounding wise
A box of sadness safely held
And ribboned with a tender twine
A heart of good and earnest hope  
A heart of losses 
Never lost
A treasure chest of empty maps
To chart them at my own behest 
A spade to delve
A star to wear
The armor for a warrior




Sara Mathews     January 2021
Alphonse Maria Mucha ~ Woman in the wilderness ~ 1923

Friday, January 1, 2021


Such a hopeful day
While I slept long
The blue seeped in
To every corner
Of the sky
The puffs of white
Arranged just so
And a golden orb
That hung just right
To glow upon each
Upturned soul
And the earth sang out
In choruses
Of bird and tree 
And we
Rejoicing 
Rejoicing



Sara Mathews     January 2021
Edvard Munch ~ The Sun ~ 1909