Sunday, April 24, 2016

My Soul Has Found Her Place Again

At the end of the day
On the banks of the stream
By the still water I stand
Warmed by the tea cup in my hand
And watch the calm water
Creased by the wake of a muskrat
Joyfully swimming through
The evening stillness.

I am in the best cathedral
The tall pines forming lush green walls,
And surrounded by the angel chorus
Of frogs,
And the whinny of the robins
As they settle in for the night.
This flat, gray water soothes my harried soul
And I feel the stillness settle in my spirit
And nestle around my beating heart
And I know,
My soul has found her place again.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 24, 2016)

Friday, February 5, 2016

Canada Goose


You are a wild thing
and from your feathered breast
I feel my own heart beating,
and when you fly and cry
Your haunting wild song
I hear the yearning of my own soul
to know the wild places that you know,
to see the places you have seen,
to feel that wind beneath my wings,

…if only I had your wings, your eyes,
…if only I could sing your wild cries,
…if only I had the freedom to fly.


~Kathie Adams Brown (February 1, 2016)

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

The Freeing Wind


Trapped inside by this humid haze
My thoughts, a foggy slug
Dullness is the drink of the day,

—I can barely breathe!
—I can barely move!
and I don’t care if I do either…

But, then a cool breeze starts to play
among the leaves in my backyard,
and dappled sunlight does a dance
on the surface of the deck and table
igniting just a little spark of life in me.

Suddenly the trees begin to sway
they clap their hands as Wind blows
all the humidity away!
I turn the roaring air conditioner off!

Flinging windows wide,
I let the Wind inside!

Now the sounds of Nature fill my ears
My thoughts, my mind becoming clear,
I just need to go outside it seems,
And awaken from these lethargic dreams!


~Kathie Adams Brown (September 9, 2015)

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Summer Sunday Morning in Maine


I wake to the scent of the salty sea
Black-capped chickadees call to me,
Morning fog floats on the bay,
sea gulls call and fly away,
This is my life on the coast of Maine
where no two days are ever the same.

~Kathie Adams Brown (August 30, 2015)

Friday, July 31, 2015

The Fog of Summer



The damp days of summer,
The green and the gray,
The wet grass on bare feet,
fog rolling across the lawn in gossamer curtains.
I feel a chill in the air,
The harbinger of change—a hint
of Autumn in late July.

There are more summer days ahead,
filled with sunshine, sand, and warmth.
There are waves to ride and sandcastles to build, but
always the winter chill
barks like a dog on a chain
tied up at the back of the barn
where I try to forget him,
and hope I will silence him with starvation.

But he will bide his time and grow strong again.
One day he will break his chain
and glide over the north county in his loping stride
bringing ice on his breath
and snow in his fur
to banish the summer sun
and the autumn plenty.
He carries hunger in his belly
and gobbles up hope.


~Kathie Adams Brown (July 20, 2015)

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Summer Rain


I just want to sit and listen to this rain
I want to turn off the manmade world and let Nature sooth my soul.
The repeated phrases of a vireo’s song are dripping from the trees.
Tufted titmice, gray as this stormy sky, scold and call from foliage
embracing me like verdant arms.
This summer rain in the north woods is a lovely place to be;
If the earth is my mother, then,
I am snuggling into her breast
and listening to her beating heart,
and this rain is not the sound of weeping but,
a soothing lullaby.


~Kathie Adams Brown (July 1, 2015)

Thursday, June 4, 2015

It is You I know

We are old in our love
on a Saturday morn
We have lived a long time together
We move in a smooth dance
through these familiar rooms,
all the steps memorized
from years of practice
even as we change and grow
It is You I know.


Kathie Adams Brown (March 14, 2015)

Happy Anniversary, Gus!