Janice Mathis lives in Acworth , GA with her husband of 36 years. She works as a Medical Assistant and Referral Coordinator for a private Physician group. She has worked in the medical field for over 30 years. Janice has always enjoyed music and poetry, but has only taken to writing seriously in the past three years. Using writing as an emotional outlet, she finds inspiration in the beauty of nature, the emotional dynamics of relationships and love of her family. She has previously published a collection of poetry, “Clouds in the Looking Glass”, through Kindle Direct Publishing, and most recently has had work by published by AlienBudda Press.
Fishing in the Rain
I sat atop one of the large boulders lining the seawall in the softly falling rain of a late summer shower. The waters of the bay reflected the dull grey of the cloud shadowed sky, broken only by the occasional sea gull drifting by. The only sounds to reach my ears were the slow rolling ripples gently lapping against the rocky shore, and the soft tinkling of sprinkling rain drops into the depths of the warm welcoming waters. I watched mesmerized as individual droplets struck the surface with a resounding plink and witnessed the formation of concentric circles joining circles to form intricate but symmetrical patterns across the expanse of rippling water, even as it rolled toward the shore. And in that moment, on a boulder by the bay, with rivulets of rain running down my face; I felt connected. I felt just for that moment... One with the boulder, with the rain and the bay. I felt at peace.
Good Night Prayers and Lullabies
I remember how you used to tuck me in, pulling the covers up under my chin, then you would sit there on the side of my bed; just to make sure prayers had been said. Maybe sometimes we'd read a story, or you'd tell tall tales from when you were a boy. Some nights you'd sing me a silly song about a froggy gone a’courtin riding a horse, and I would laugh at your deep froggy voice To me you were always larger than life, not just my dad, but my shining knight. I know you weren't perfect, but you were damn close, and a defining presence in my life But much too quickly, time passed us by, and I found myself at your bedside. where I prayed the Lord your soul to keep, kissed your forehead; said goodbye, and I sang for you a lullaby.
I sit on the porch swing in the fading amber light hands hugging a warm mug watching as falling leaves drift slowly to the ground In the distance I hear a flock of honking geese on the wing. Wafting on the cooling breeze I smell the smoke of a neighbor burning leaves. With a sudden sense of melancholy and a chill I rise, leave the darkening night behind to the little brown spider busily spinning her web in the eave.