Poet, Scholar, Teacher, Spiritual Guide

Photo of Kathleen Staudt outside in a pink shirt

Trained as an academic, Kathy has read and studied poetry for most of her life, writing and editing two scholarly books and many articles on the work of the British poet and artist David Jones. She began writing poetry herself at midlife and has found that the poetry has become a spiritual practice of holy attention, enabling her to dwell deeply in the richness and challenges of life, loss, relationships and transitions. Her retreat work and teaching focus on connections between poetry, creativity and the spiritual life, while her many years of training and experience in the art of spiritual direction inform her one-on-one work accompanying people on their faith journeys.

Recently released from Wipf and Stock publishers


Drawing on the spirituality of St. Hildegard of Bingen, these poems tap into the energy of green-ness (viriditas) as it pulses through nature and through the times of loss, disorientation and fresh hope that we encounter in our lives.  Sinking into the experience of sacred place, they lead us into woodlands and ocean beaches, local gardens and distant places of pilgrimage. Through celebration and elegy, biblical story and the natural world, these poems invite readers to experiences of meditation and even prayer, embracing all that is green and growing in our lives.

—Kathleen Staudt’s Viriditas is a joyous tribute to nature, green in shoot and bough. In the tradition of Mary Oliver, her poems revel in the seasons closely observed, from the colors and shapes of leaves to the subtle hues of love.  Like a wise bee, Staudt confects the honey of contemplation from all the changes and chances of this life. —Barbara Newman, Northwestern University

Kathleen Staudt’s Viriditas is a ribbon of bright light, a gift that invites us to celebrate with her the greening energy of the sacred in poems that open to us like seeds in a soft spring rain.  Her poems are an invitation to discover anew how the experiences of being human can daily point us toward the miracles to be found in each moment. “Breathing in.  Breathing out.”  —Michael Glaser, Maryland Poet Laureate 2004-2009

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book cover of Thing Thing Called Poetry edited by Kathleen Staudt

Autumn Pange Lingua


Just days ago, the sky beamed through

Rifts in a fluttering canopy

            Of tulip-yellow leaves.

A comfortable place,

            Where leaves rustled, birds cried out

And everything was bathed

            In autumnal mother-light.

Suddenly, today, it is the dying season.

Broken places

            show unconcealed scars

Where once were sturdy poplar-pillars

            Holding back the sky.


Today that sky is nearer, pushing down grey haze

            Between the cowering branches.

In eerie, whitening light, birds and trees fall silent:

            A freezing breeze will be rising soon.

But underfoot, the solid ground thickens yellow

            Carpeted in crackling, gorgeous piles of gold.

And children’s swishing feet

               Make a joyful noise.

We have come here to play–

            To make the growing leaf-pile crunch

                        To run and shout, fall and rustle, toss leaf-rain, and laugh.

So sheltered, less and less, from the weight of the opening sky,

            We play among the treasures of the dying, living wood.


(from Viriditas: New and Selected Poems (2023)