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

Won't you let a snowflake rest

catch a breath
lie down a while
they've come so far
you know
to whiten us
set down your anxious shovel
drift a bit
sip a tea
stand quiet at the window
with me
watch them spin the light
and softly land
exactly right
how beautiful each gift
each flake
be mesmerized
for heaven's sake

 

Sara Mathews    March 2026

 

When November

wakes up sunny

I'm not sure what to do

except to wait awhile

until she's recognizable

again

my greyest friend

can put on costume for a time

a cobalt shawl of sky

some puffy happy cloud

and she's allowed

to be that for a day

but I know blue is grey

Sara Mathews    November 2025

Image ~  Duy Huynh

https://duyhuynh.com/

 

Oh pretty morning
dipped in snow
as soft as angels' wing
what will you bring
this day
the pureness
of your white
your goodness
heaven sent
let us be dazzled
and reborn
resplendent
in this glittering
gilded innocence

Sara Mathews   January 2025

Ingrid Mathews photography

 

Now we are
at the turning moon
as summer slips a soft
retreat
and autumn breathes
a cidery cast
on gardens brilliant
last hurrah
farewell the pinks
and blushing vines
regale us
orange
rust and wine
the birds have feathers
lesser hued
than what this nip of frost
imbued

Sara Mathews     November 2024

Artwork ~ Pamela Tarbell

https://www.pamtarbell.com/

 

The geese resound

alas alack

their brilliant feathers shine

with all the golden

summer suns

they wind them up

and draw them aft

and sober lake

so mirror flat

reflects

their single minded track

and I below

with wistful eyes

beseech

don't go!

Sara Mathews   October 2024