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!

Monday, June 1, 2015

A Spring Evening in Maine

I stood in the misty green at dusk
and heard the cuckoo’s call,

in the dark green woods
the pewee’s song
rang through the glittering trees,

overhead a flock of waxwings
went zinging across the sky,
and there in this tranquil, greening spring,

Here in this misty dark I stand,

~Kathie Adams Brown (June 4, 2014)

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Spring Haze

Moving down the road
Like a bird in flight
Colors flashing by
Sprinkled with sunlight
All becomes a blur
Whizzing quickly by me
In a flowered haze
Of blossoms and new leaves
Lavender and gold
Chartreuse green and lime
Cranberry red maple blooms
Set against the pines
All against a sky
Of blue beyond all blues,
While woolly clouds scamper
Over all these brilliant hues
I find the springtime haze
Makes me feel so high
It sets my mind aflame,
It makes me feel alive!

~Kathie Adams Brown (May 19, 2015)

Not the best artwork, but I was having fun!