We sit with rain
Waiting for nothing
We watch
Drops drop
Some heavier
Syncopate the leaves
Like cymbals
Splashing bold embellishment
Contentment lingers round
No thirst
And cardinals abound
They love my little house
Like me
We share an island of tranquility
And other birds are harmony
We pause to hear
Our mourning dove
His soft reminder
Gentle prayer
My island birds and I
Revere




Sara Mathews     July 2016

                                                           Duy Huynh
                                              http://www.duyhuynh.com/


So many things
Little boxes
Stacked against the wall
Of who I am
They wait for sorting
Mistakes
They nudge
Remember us they clamor
I was young
Or younger
I reply
And try to tuck them back
But they are firm
You must have dark
And light
They say
Moth
And butterfly
So many things
Sweet memories entwined
With twisted past
A breadcrumb path
And follow it
I must
At times
Eyes wide
To what I might
Uncover




Sara Mathews     July 2016

Artwork by Duy Huynh  (used with permission)
http://www.duyhuynh.com/

                                                 Photography by Ingrid Mathews



There is forgiveness
In the morning
The slip of skin
Transforming
In the mists
Before the day
Rebirth of mind
And spirit
Lingers softly in the wings
Step lightly to the world
The dew of dawn
Strews diamonds on the lawn
Now breathe a baby's breath
Behold with newborn eyes
You’ve never felt this morn
You’ve never seen these skies





Sara Mathews     July 2016

Oh, how the rain goes deep
It knows my soul
It weeps the joy and sorrow
Both the same
And years of dusty memories
Come clean
Oh, how the rain cries truth
Soft springing to my eyes
In tributary tears
It flows
To streams of love
And loss
Reflecting pools of
Innocence
In echoes
Ripple through
From other realms
Of rain




Sara Mathews     July 2016

There are feelings
That have no words
They are more like clothes
They go
Where you go
You can shed them
For a while
Hang them up
Tuck them away
Wish them well
But they know
You know
They are ever there
Waiting for that morning
When nothing else works





Sara Mathews     July 2016

What is this green
A jade like glow
But softer
More a mossy hue
But deeper
It evades my mind
Of any color to describe
Hazel
Emerald
Peridot
With amber lowlights
Slipping past like
Golden silk against my skin
I float on the elusiveness of
Velvet water
Where I glide
I dive like otter
Flip like fish
And revel in the green abyss

Until the sun begins to slide
And fade the evanescent tide
And I am bathed in dusky greys
And blues
Of every evening shade



Sara Mathews     July 2016

                                                        Photography by Beth Wode
                                            http://www.bethwodephotography.com.au/


Silence spills
Like sand
It fills
The spaces of my mind
The pauses
Indentations
Catch a breaths
The ums and ahs
I gather up
These tiny motes of time
Let no words pry
The interlude
No voices try to push
Between
The quietude
It’s mine




Sara Mathews     July 2016


Beth Wode (used with permission)
http://www.bethwodephotography.com.au/