S R Mats

S R Mats Apr 2024

I feel the heat of the morning sun on my skin.
A new day has begun.
A new day to begin again. We are all renewed.
The day, me, you. So, start again.

S R Mats Apr 2024

Sight Sighing

My oh my
Look at those pretty birds fly

But here am I
Stuck on the ground

Sigh

S R Mats Apr 2024

Seeking

Each to each
On tippy toes
They reach
Up and over
Into the
Secret garden
Creep

S R Mats Apr 2024

Presence

Like a mist
He dissipated
Like a whisper faded
I breathe in where
He used to be
With even that
I am sustained

S R Mats Apr 2024

Morning Bird Song

They begin to sing before the light of day
When night has just begun to fade away
And it is a new day.

With dawn's light they take to wing
And begin the day with many things,
Morning song, bugs and seeds.

S R Mats Mar 2024

Swallows of Spring

Wings spread
Wonder flies
Into eyes
Across faces
Into hearts
Minds explode

Swallows soar
Insects hurry
Into beaks
Savored flavor
Swallows swallow
Each Sustained

S R Mats Mar 2024

Conversation With a Heart

Though we may suffer
We see not death.

Heart be cool, it is not yet.
Heart be cool, perfectly.

And heart, be calm continually.
We suffer, but not death, as yet.

A voice, as if afar, speaks
Sweetly to me, "So, be at rest."