Friday, February 20, 2015

Why are You Singing

Tufted Titmouse
Why are you singing, Mr. Titmouse?
Do you not know a blizzard is on the way?
I hear notes of romance
In your song this morning.
Are you declaring your territory,
Or enticing a mate?
It’ll be awhile yet before the nesting is begun,
But just to hear your song gives me hope
—that all is not lost
—that winter is not endless
—that crocuses will bloom again, and
—that somewhere under all that snow, there is, indeed, grass.


~Kathie Adams Brown (February 14, 2015)

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Red Ribbons

Cardinals are the bright
red ribbons in the landscape
calling, "cheer, cheer, cheer"

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Winter Woods















Winter woods are gray and silent,
Soft, and deep, and frosty,
In pine and spruce scented air,
Ice crystals cling like jeweled lichen,
Birch trees shining silver against the other pewter trees,
Branches all askew,
Reaching for the sky,
With green draped hemlocks
Dancing in the glen,
The whistling winds sings
Winter’s here again.

The tiny trumpet call of nuthatches
Breaks the woodland’s sleep,
And it’s then that I remember,
“I have promises to keep.”
So softly I pad back
Down this winter woodland trail,
To the waiting warmth of my winter cottage,
To my winter woodland home.


Kathie Adams Brown (12-30-14)

Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Journey

Photo of Balanced Rock at Chiricahua National Monument courtesy of Donna Simonetti

I am going hiking
To a place I’ve never been,
To the snow covered Chiricahuas
To find my place of Balance
I can hear my footfalls,
I can feel the soft snowflakes falling on my face,
I feel the others with me,
Ancient spirits walking
This same trail
Seeking their soul’s moment,
Seeking and finding their balance
In this place so far from manmade things,
In this place so wild,
One is reborn
And made new.
I hear Raven calling,
Black wings against the white,
He is sharing his wisdom
And guiding my way.
With each footfall, I hear the chorus of garooing
Sandhill cranes emerge briefly in the shifting gray clouds above
Then fade away like phantoms in the mist,
While I watch each snowflake fall softly on the earth,
And coat the ground around me, erasing my steps
I follow the trail through lichen covered boulders
To the place of Balance
In these eternal heights
And I hold on.

I hold on to this thought
while the mask covers my face
and I slip into a dream
beneath the surgeon’s knife.


~Kathie Adams Brown (December 20, 2014)

Friday, November 21, 2014

Rain Sounds

The rain sounds
So soothing to my tear-drenched soul
A rhythm
Beats on roof and sod
A song of my sadness,
Of missing you,
“Friend-of-my heart.”


~Kathie Adams Brown (July 7, 2014)


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Dark Shadows in the Trees

















Grackles
Black shadows in the oak trees
Feathered lumps beneath russet leaves,
Do I really see you there
Or is my mind playing games?
Like dark thoughts in corners—will you stay,
Or fly away?

~kathie adams brown (November 3, 2014)


Monday, September 22, 2014

A Fragile Thing with Wings



So, where will we be when all the butterflies have gone?
When we have harvested, and sprayed and obliterated
Every meadow and unplowed field?
What if there is no fluttering in summer, no metamorphoses happening?
What if there is no renewal and transformation? Will all hope then die?
Will we, as a human race, forget serendipity and joy and the ephemeral pleasure
Of a fragile thing with wings?


~Kathie Adams Brown (September 19, 2014)

This poem is dedicated to my friend, Roy and his blogpost: A Butterfly Day