We're waking up
we're ready

now
yet
how steady falls the rain
that keeps us damply
rooted in
and pleading bleakly
at the sky
just one small nod
a simple wink
a bit of hope
that you are nigh
have look at us
we're drenched
enough
our newborn shoots are cloaked
in grey
our weather boots and hood
are tired
and won't mind being hung
away
come out
come out
your eminence
our salutations wane
don't leave us tremble
let us wait
nor genuflect
in vain  

Sara Mathews     April 2023

 

Oh good morning
hello
how are we
such a chirp and a chatter
a joyous chorale
it is Spring in the altar
and green on the bough
the sky is aflutter with wing
violets and daffodils
freshen their dress
and crocuses sing
the breeze is a lamb
and the sky is a
lark
and we none can remember
the cold and the dark

Sara Mathews     April 2023

 

As mornings go
most things were fine
the sun showed up
pretty much on time
a few cloud squabbles
here and there
before they settled in
a bit of bickery wind
a brooding mist
hung in the wings
and held its breath
to know its fate
a cheery bird
hopped up and down
and urged the day to
Act like Spring

Sara Mathews    April 2023

 

I feel the winds of change
aflutter in my chest
there is no sign of storm
but yet
a gale is rattling at my bones
a gust is at my brow
the ifs and whens
are wuthering
and restless birds catch
at my breath
like Petrels at my prow
the sun is steady
not a blink
she shines without a qualm
a cobalt sea
so mirror clear
reflects an anxious pond
a wild wave is pummeling
a tempest gathers force
a hurricane is readying
to blow me off my course
but yet
the day is silent
not a stir
not one
disheveled cloud
or thought
no urgent sky
no harried wind
and nothing overwrought

Sara Mathews     March 2023

Artwork ~ Duy Huynh (used with permission)

https://www.duyhuynh.com

 

Where are you going
whirred the wind
as she tripped at my feet
nagged at my sleeve
wait up she cried
you are faster than I
this morning
why
and the rain dropped
insisting I slow up a pace
but I kept her in tow
always one step behind
and the crow
even he
flapped his wet windy wing
but could not keep me shadow
today
I am off and away
from all feather and fuss
and all weathery muss
I take to the hills of
my kind of ideal
with a crow
and the rain
and the wind
at my heel

Sara Mathews     January 2023

Maxfield Parrish

 

I like January
the sharp clear breath of her
the sense to start again
so fresh
a mind can think
can leave the haze and
muddle of the past missteps
or unintended ways
a crisp new page she turns
that second face
a chance for words
to opposite themselves
despair to hope
effrontery to grace
to learn ourselves
from equal sides
accept our many flaws
and yet restored
in knowing
that as Januarys do
we all begin anew

Sara Mathews January 2022
Photography ~ Ingrid Mathews

This night is meant
for wandering
when hazy moon
drifts by and reaches in
to shake me
by surprise
she hovers at my window
there
bestirring me for company
and thus beseeched
I must oblige
arise she croons
and thence go I
barefooted soul
a hooded naif
I now belong to her
an eager child
I tread her wake
give up
chides she
all earthly care
the binds of humankind
and thrash your branchy arms
and throw your shadow high
climb up
up
these nights are solely
meant for we
these skies that whisk us
wayward wide
and tug our anchored core
we are not tree
connected fast
and rooted firm
stray free the grounding ties
unloose
uncurl
allow
the travelers life
we choose tonight
four winds shall bear us
soft and fleet
we'll set the sail
no chart nor will
and rudderless
we'll man the prow
as stars salt down
around us now

Sara Mathews     December 2022