Sometimes the river flows back home
And sometimes I take the long way
The go around
Those times when the current
Skims too close to my heart
Those laden waters
Too ready to sweep me along
The peach tree on the hill
Still blossoms with the hope
From little hands
That rooted it with grownup plan
That tree speaks fluently
Of love and loss
And when it’s pink with Spring
I hear the voices piping
Whistling the branches
Of the Beech
Traipsing wall and wood
Barefoot expeditions
Forest forts and fairy places
And every innocence of childhood
I see them clear as shadow
Darting in and out of memory
They scramble
Brook and boulder
Ripple every sandy shallow
And conquer
True and valiantly 
The reckless wandering
Of the river that brings me back



Sara Mathews     July 2019

The perfect breeze blew by

I almost missed it

I was just about to go inside

When then around the bend

She came

And lifted gently at my hair

Caressed my cheek as though

I were her child

She lingered with me momentarily

Then kissed a light goodbye

And wandered on

She rustled all the leaves

In me

And all the trees

A dusk enchanting song

And as she swept the clouds 

And flew the swallows round

I thanked the night 

For keeping me so long

Sara Mathews     June 2019

Boreas ~ John William Waterhouse

Sky of pearl

Whisper wind

Blossom blush

Morning hymn

Diamond dew drops

Lace the garden

Silver song from every tree

Breath is sweeter

Mind is forming

Clear and easy

Flowing free

Arms wide open

Face uplifted

Prayerful

Peaceful

Grateful me

Sara Mathews     June 2019

Don’t be sad
With my sadness
For I am a grey child
I thrive on the emotions
Of a rain filled morn
When the sky leans in
And the trees weep
In notes of plinking melancholy
And each breath tastes silver
And strong of misty memory
I am sister to the sullen sky
We traipse the tearful day
Replete with every sorrow
Arm in arm we wander it
And revel in the soulfulness
Of sodden
Solemn world




Sara Mathews     May  2019
Artwork ~ Maria Zeldis

A peaceful little morning
Taps against the pane
Come out
Come out
The gold is on the meadow
The green is on the tree
The blossoms burst with nectar
The buzz is on the bee
The birds are hushed
The flowers pray
And every breath is bated
Every nuance
Has awaited
Your arrival to the day




Sara Mathews     May 2019
Claude Monet ~ Garden at Giverny

To welcome death at our doorstep

Is a trick

To embrace it

Greet it with open arms

Offer it tea

And a comfy chair

We must

For it is a neighbor

It knew our parents

Remembers our grandmother

And when it slips into our midst

We must be kind

And respectful

And most of all

We must shower it with hope

Sara Mathews     April 2019

Albert Anker  ~  Ins, Switzerland

Once I was a bird

I can tell it by the way

My feathers ruffle

How the currents of the wind

Take me everywhere

How my little heart beats rapidly

When caught

I know it

By the way I like to perch

And observe

Head cocked

Hopping foot to foot

Ready for flight

Sara Mathews     March 2019

Art work by Marcia Blakeman