Friday, August 30, 2013

The Quail is a Gray Shadow

The Quail is a Gray Shadow
The quail is a gray shadow
Nestled in the spindly arms of the green desert broom
From sun, rain,
and predators.

Hold; hold still. 

~kathie adams brown (8-19-13)

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem for a Boy Coming Home

I have waited for you with beating heart
Trembling with anticipation
Arms opened wide for an embrace
Waiting to see your eyes, your face.
How can you know the depths of my love?
I do not think most boys really understand.
Your boyish smile is the delight of my life,
Your desire to protect me is a quality I love,
Your striving for respect is beyond admirable,
And all that you are I love.

I am your mother, your grandmother, your sister, your wife.
I am all the women in your life.

You are my boy, my son, my grandson, my brother, and My Man.

~kathie adams brown (8-16-13)

Thursday, August 15, 2013

August Wind

August wind blows dry
Dark clouds gather in heaps over the mountains
Restlessness is in this unsettled air
I stir from my summer stupor
I wonder
What will tomorrow bring?
But for tonight
As trees toss limbs around me
Waving leaves like black lace handkerchiefs against the smoky sky
I am caught up in this wind and carried on a dream
And I fly.

~kathie adams brown (August 14, 2013)