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,
Content.


~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!

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Child

It is a terrible love
this fierce mother’s love I feel,
for my child.
She does not understand it,
my childless daughter,
she cannot comprehend how I feel,
or why
I would go to the ends of the earth for her,
I would fight to the death for her,
I would suffer any pain for her,
and wash her soul in healing tears.
She is my daughter.
She is my child.
That’s all.
And that’s everything.

~Kathie Adams Brown ( April 16, 2015)

Happy Mother's Day

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The River and the Bridge

Down by the ancient river
Its silver boards shine with the age of time
clear water trips over river stones
chattering merrily as it goes
beneath the covered bridge.
Is this new water or old
flowing over these stones?
Does it remember Time
and all that has happened here,
before there was a bridge,
before there was a road,
before there was a forest?
Does this water remember the glacier it came from,
or when this bridge was built?
How many horses and buggies passed over
before cars came this way
sputtering exhaust into blue sky
proclaiming a new way and a new day?
Are the bridge and river friends
or enemies in an endless battle?
Does the river want to be free?
Does the bridge want to hang on just a little longer?
This bridge is a tie to the past
and a road to the future.
This river is the measure of Time
And the depository of memories,
Life Blood to the world.

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 29, 2015)



Tuesday, April 28, 2015

I Just Want to be Outside


I have been so busy

The words bottled up inside

Like a dam

Built across my brain,

Holding back the tide

Bogged down by responsibilities,

I am lost inside

I must be outside to find release,

I must be outside to find my peace,

I need to go outside,

to find my inner calm,

I just want to be outside!

~Kathie Adams Brown (April 25, 2015)