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

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

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Chimney Swifts are Gone

The chimney swifts are gone,
and they took their cheerful voices,
I hear cicadas whine
With a sound that spells the end,
The sky is faded blue
By the blazing summer sun,
Maple leaves are tinged with red,
The first hint of the coming Fall,
The scent of new mown hay
Lies heavy in humid air,
It is the end of summer,
--the waning days of summer,
--I’ll say good-bye to summer,

Until it comes next year.

~Kathie Adams Brown (August 27, 2014)

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Moon is Calling Me

The full moon is calling me
I slip outside into the night,
I follow the path to the midnight bay,
with water flat,
moon puddles like sparkles on black.

I see my old friend, The Bear,
watching over me from the sky,
She points me to my True North
where her Little Bear resides.

I hear the ancient moon songs,
I feel the ancient moon tides,
I dance my own moon dance
In purple shadows and silvery light,
Rejoicing in this wildness:

I have been inside too long.

~Kathie Adams Brown (September 8, 2014)

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Questions on a Perfect Summer Day

Can I pause for just a moment
to enjoy this summer day?
With the breeze teasing the branches and
a chickadee brightly calling?

Can I stop and listen to the cicada’s sultry whine?
Can I smell the fragrant flowers on the sea salted air?

Will I pause long enough to watch gulls wheeling overhead?
Or stop my frantic rushing to watch a butterfly at rest?

Can my eyes follow the darting of a jewel like dragonfly?
Can my heart stop to fill with wonder on this perfect summer day?

Can my soul drink it all in and hold it as a promise
against the coming winter’s snow?

Can I taste such sweetness and live?

~Kathie Adams Brown ( September 4, 2014)