I Decided to Sit Ouside

There are things to be done today,

but I decided to sit outside

and listen to bird song,

and feel the sun on my skin,

and gaze into the clear blue vault of the sky,

and write poems.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 7, 2013)

Run to the Wild Places

Whenever I am lost to myself

I run to the wild places

Seeking my true self

In the deep green forest of New England,

I am the Wood Thrush’s song,

In the Colorado Rockies

My spirit soars with eagles,

In the dry desert canyons of Arizona,

I run with the coyotes,

Along the ocean’s shore

I cut through the air like a shearwater,

Or play in the surf like a sanderling,

I am an antelope on the prairie,

A wild horse running on the plains,

I am a wild thing, and I need these wild places,

For they are all me,

And they make me feel alive.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 7, 2013)

How Love Should Be

So I wonder if one can fall in love again,

is there a second chance in life?

Can it ever be as good as your first love?

and I wonder if I love again

if it is a betrayal of my first love?

Or, is my heart and my life

big enough to contain both?

But then, perhaps,

Love cannot be contained?

Maybe it is meant to spill out

and overflow,

and rush joyfully like a river

down the mountainside,

tumbling over stones

with a little gray Dipper

darting into the cascade,

hunting for water insects.

Perhaps this is how love should be.

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 7, 2013)

Over the Rooftop

Over the rooftop, that’s where I see

Another world waiting for me,

And all I need to do to explore

Is put on my shoes and run out the door!

~Kathie Adams Brown (February 2, 2013)