I am not alone
says the moon
gazing lovingly down
on the midnight pond
I am not alone
says the heron
wading the gold
on the moonlit pond
I am not alone
says the pond
reflecting the heron
back again
to the loving moon
I am not alone
says the wind
caressing the heron
and rippling the moon
whispering the pond
to it's silvery edge
I am not alone
echoes night
as he gathers me in
a fledgling soul
to his brethren
the heron
the moon
the pond
and the wind

Sara Mathews     October 2026

Photograph credit  ~ Ingrid Mathews

 

We chased down the moon

and the rabbits were out

and soft little breezes

were ruffling about

and we drove in the wake

of the crescent on high

the largest we'd known

in our history of skies

there was nothing to do

but to follow it then

til the clouds drew the curtains

and shuttered it in

so we drifted the breezes

and turned our sails home

while the rabbits white tails

caught the remnants of moon

Sara Mathews     October 4 2026