Sara Kendrick Poet Quatrain

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 May 15, 2011 at 9:53 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 April 8, 2011 at 2:29 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 March 28, 2011 at 5:21 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 March 26, 2011 at 4:53 PM ah how sweet the plump fruit! Light & Love

Dr.Ram Mehta March 26, 2011 at 3:18 PM Nice concept and lucky enough for the extended family, Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 26, 2011 at 7:40 AM Wishing u a happy and blessed weekend Sara my friend.. hope u are feeling much better today luv..

Michael J. Falotico March 26, 2011 at 4:08 AM Excellent Poetry!!! Your poem has me reading it over and over again.... simply Beautiful...luv Michael

Andrea Dietrich March 25, 2011 at 8:27 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 March 25, 2011 at 5:42 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 March 25, 2011 at 3:44 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 March 25, 2011 at 3:25 PM Nice job comparing natural and human fodder. The residual benefits of the long winter are revealed beautifully!