Friday, August 1, 2014

Branches and Twigs

All trees reach for the sky,
—each branch an arm,
—each arm a fork,
a split,
a fine-tuned divide,
becoming smaller, grayer, thinner.

Yet in each twig life-giving sap flows
to each twig tip, where leaves nestle,
and flowers and fruit lie curled as buds waiting
to grace the world with ripeness—an EXPLOSION
of form, shape and color,
the resulting scene a vibrant landscape
with ribbons of color and splashes of life.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 10, 2014)

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Letting Go

So much of Life is about
Letting  Go.

You cannot hold on,
You cannot keep,
You cannot capture or retain
Another’s soul.

We do not own each other—we must let go!

We set our children free,
We set our friends free,
We set our lovers free, then
We set ourselves free.

We must let go
To Grow.

~Kathie Adams Brown (7-7-14)

Friday, June 13, 2014

I Would Fly Away With You

Have you ever seen a Purple Finch
dancing in the woods,
 a raspberry bird on a low branch,
sunlight streaming down,
chartreuse leaves a forming a bright frame
as he raises his crest to dance.
First he bobs and weaves,
raising one wing, then the other,
wings quivering with anticipation,
and where is she whom he is trying to woo?
Does her heart pitter patter like mine?
Does she know how marvelous it is to see him dance?
I stand here awestruck,
Wishing I were a bird.

I would fly away with you, fine fellow,
And we would make our nest!

~Kathie Adams Brown (May 12, 2014)

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Down the Green Road

Down the green road I drive,
water on both sides,
seagulls wheeling overhead,
and then I see her glide,
black wings spread wide,
white head, white tail, yellow beak and feet,
talons stretched she lands
on prey in the green field,
 a picture of wildness as I drive,
on this green road,
this coastal road,
in the Maine countryside.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 30, 2014)

Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, and I just could not let it end without writing at least one new poem. This is inspired by my drive home from the town today when I saw a Bald Eagle land a nearby field. Click on the link below to see what other poets have done.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Why I Can't be a Minimalist

I want to be a minimalist but…

…I like the feel of my tea cup in my hands
warm, and round and pretty.

Today I like this one but,
tomorrow I may want to use another one,
a different one
for my coffee or my tea or my hot chocolate

a different cup for
a different kind of tea
or a different holiday,
or a different friend,
or a different memory,

because I have so many
(friends and memories that is)
as well as tea cups
(more than 40 I’d say)

So how can I have less than 100 things
as proposed by some people nowadays?

For me that would mean throwing away all tangible connections
to people, places and pleasures

the Simple Pleasure that I get
from drinking tea or coffee
from whichever tea cup I am in the mood for


~Kathie Adams Brown (October 27, 2010)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Spring Song

The fields and forest call to me
I need to run and play
So many months and years have passed
Since I have been away.
The scent of new mown hay I need,
the color of ripening wheat,
the purple, green and blue of mountains
 rising strong and sweet,
the sight of newborn calves curled up,
in meadows in the spring,
the skylarks singing perched on fences—I know why they sing!
The trees that whisper in the breeze
beside a chattering brook,
an eagle soaring in the sky—I need to run and look!
Whether a full moon rising in a starry night,
or the fireball setting, shedding golden light,
God’s creation calls to me,
Oh! Let me run and see!

~Kathie Adams Brown (May 8, 1994)

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Colors in the Background

There are such colors in the background,
Hiding from our eyes,
while we focus on the thing we want
the colors pass us by
it is not until we stop and look
beyond what we can see
that other colors come to us
and set our spirits free.

~Kathie Adams Brown November 16, 2010