Photo by Ingrid Mathews

Blue sky
We are friends
We know things

Like how the wind can grieve 

How branches etch 
A sketch unseen

How birds traverse
To somewhere else

How sun grows bold
Like Mayan gold

How rain begins
With just a tear and 

How the weeping world
Can clear

We know the earth
The treetop
And the cloud

And every thought between




Sara Mathews    November 2015