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Blackberry Winter

Down where the blackberries now bloom Blackberry winter is near Jack Frost comes tonight maybe doom With you here there's no fear 'Oar's frost might kill the early plants But in dreams they returned Strong and better for fall's harvest Orange pumpkins weren't doomed Blackberry winter has entered My life left me barren Devoid of warmth feeling much strifed Need again warmth of grandchildren Holding little one close_ touch softness Strange how one misses small Things like tenderness, acceptableness A kiss that comforts squall Blackberry winter here to stay Or miracle will come For a miracle steadily pray Baby on knee awesome

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Rhys Matthew

Date: 5/15/2011 9:53:00 PM

I looked up your poems. This title drew me in, and the poem did not disappoint! Loved the rich imagery and meaning.

James Foulk

Date: 4/8/2011 2:29:00 PM

makes me want to go eat some blackberries or bake a pie. enjoyed reading this. thank you for reading your both one kind of dog, my Murphy was one of the dogs and i had him put to sleep last year March 3, 2010, Brandy is still with me.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/28/2011 5:21:00 AM

Hope u are well and happy and poetically inclined today Sara my friend.. all still on prayer chain as I enjoy my son and his wife being home for a few days luv..

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 3/26/2011 4:53:00 PM

ah how sweet the plump fruit! Light & Love

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 3/26/2011 3:18:00 PM

Nice concept and lucky enough for the extended family, Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/26/2011 7:40:00 AM

Wishing u a happy and blessed weekend Sara my friend.. hope u are feeling much better today luv..

Michael J. Falotico

Date: 3/26/2011 4:08:00 AM

Excellent Poetry!!! Your poem has me reading it over and over again.... simply Beautiful...luv Michael

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/25/2011 8:27:00 PM

awww, how sweet to end it, wishing for a baby on your knee. I really found the title and concept of this poem interesting. Blackberry winter. Also I know it was not a pantoum, but it had that feeling for me. of being like a pantoum. WEll, nice seeing you tonight. have a lovely weekend, Sara.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/25/2011 5:42:00 PM

A sweet and sensitive write Sara.. the warmth of grandchildren.. touching as I long to see mine more often.. and they only live less than one mile from me.. everyone so busy.. great imagery is sheer beauty in every line luv..happy weekend..

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/25/2011 3:44:00 PM

You take us back to fall, Sara and I wish I were there right now to enjoy the coolness of Jack Frost's icy touch. Tenderness and kisses are always missed when they are gone, dear. For me it would have required a miracle to see a baby on my knee. You are a lucky lady! Bless you and your family, Carolyn

Stephen Parker

Date: 3/25/2011 3:25:00 PM

Nice job comparing natural and human fodder. The residual benefits of the long winter are revealed beautifully!