Days like these
There is no struggle
To recall
No sifting through
The rubble to retrieve
No dust to sweep from
Distant muffled memories
The songs of you burst
Through the fog
And swifts of feathered sighs
Upon my shoulder
Breathe ’remember’
Blue teardrops
Fall from sweet forget-me nots
And thoughts of you fill
Flowing brooks
And whistling larks perch
On the breeze and
Echo true
In days like these




Sara Mathews     June 2016

Spring Garden by Roelof Rossouw ~ South Africa

                                                      http://www.art.co.za/roelofrossouw/


The light plays
Piccolo
High
Fragile
Earth thrums alto
Below ~ below
Clouds crowd
For tulip’s solo
And a little wren sings naught
But listens
The sun leans
Against the pickets
Happy for the rest
As honeysuckle taps
The rhythm
Scratch
Scratch
A metronome of fingers
On the fence
A world of whole notes
Shower me
Confetti bits
Of happiness
I fling them to the rhapsody
On morning air




Sara Mathews     June 2016

"Spring Garden' by Roelof Rossouw  (used with permission)
http://www.art.co.za/roelofrossouw/

Softly
She comes to my window
Reminding me once more
That darkness is her other side
Sweetly she whistles happiness
Dark
Light
Day to night
Is what he knew
When the sleeplessness
Would overtake
And restless heart would wander
Ever searching for the thing
He thought was missing
But truly never was




Sara Mathews     June 2016

A perigee
Is rising
She clears the trees
In gold abandon
And does a ribbon dance
With wisps of cloud
That linger on the breeze
A mother moon tonight
She calls down
To her moon babies
Below
A summoning
From field
And thicket
Like pilgrims on a trek
With brilliant lanterns swinging
They gather from afar
To celebrate the solstice
An evening fete
Of glitz and glimmer
On the lawn
They revel
In the celebration
While I look on
In envy of the grand event
Wishing I could spark
And shine beneath the
Fullness of the summer sky
They call me from my doorway
And beckon me to try
So I light
A little votive
And hold my offering high
And dance amid a garden
Of moonlit fireflies




Sara Mathews     June 2016

A gentle morn
Caresses me
Undoing worry
Erasing lines
Last night’s turning
Tossing troubles
Sleepless yearning
Surrenders
To the golden light
To brilliant bird
To poppies bursting
With the answers




Sara Mathews     May 2016

I swam out to the middle
Of the world
Taking nothing for my journey
With just a sun as guide
And a moon upon my other shoulder
That floated down to be with me
And peacefully we drifted there
Nymphs of water
Nymphs of air
The three of us together
Suspended in the buoyancy
Of deepest lake and largest sky
And with no weight to anchor us
We gave our fates to God
And left our fortunes
Intertwined
In green
Reflections
Of the stalwart pine




Sara Mathews     May 2016

                                                                         Duy Huynh
                                                              http://www.duyhuynh.com

I haven’t had
My sun
Today
I haven’t had the rain
It’s just a sky
Of sort of
In between
No one has come to
Clear my roots
Or given me a name
And I am just
A nondescript
And with the wind
I blow
And wonder where
To put down roots
And where
The wind might go
For now I’m just
In dormancy
A sorry little seed
Waiting for
A drop of rain
A bit of sun
A name
And most of all
A tender hand
To tell me where
To grow




Sara Mathews     May 2016

Artwork by Duy Huynh  (used with permission)

http://www.duyhuynh.com/