Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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Seasons Follow Seasons

Spring green decorates the hills
Down in the hollow where the creek flows  
Wild azaleas and mountain laurel appeal
As spring a masterpiece gently shows  

Once I was in my spring of life
Born, grew, developed, lived, love flowed
Years passed into summer being a wife
Then fall came, how my life slowed

Those autumn leaves swiftly fell flowing down
Their beautiful colors slowly turned into gold
Then so many shades and colors of trees' crown
What a story their descent to earth told

Bare skeletal oaks, poplar, sweet gum and dogwood
Each shape decorated the drab countryside
A longing once again for spring to come if it would
But alas the last spring has come, and can no longer abide

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Valsa George August 3, 2026 at 2:28 AM Seasons come and go with the passing of years, bringing lot of change to nature and man. Those in the Autumn years can never go back to a spring. It is life. Your beautiful poem on the changing seasons is a real delight, dear Sara. Sara Kendrick August 3, 2026 at 4:09 AM I am honored you found it to be a delight, Valsa. Thank you for the time spent here reading and commenting on this work. ⭐ Sara K.

Andrea Dietrich July 31, 2026 at 4:32 AM Pensive and well described, Sara. Let me find an emoji. ✍️👍 Sara Kendrick July 31, 2026 at 7:31 AM Andrea, thank you for the thoughtfulness and for the thumbs up. Sara K.

sara Etgen-Baker July 30, 2026 at 5:49 PM a delightful 'seasonal' poem....the flow of your poem, as with the flow of life, offers wisdom. Sometimes I yearn for the return of 'my spring' even if for a day......hugs and blessings, Sara B. Faving. Sara Kendrick July 31, 2026 at 7:29 AM I am honored that you would fav this one, Sara B. Yes, sometimes we think about our youth in a special way that makes us think about how delightful it was to live in such innocence. Thank you for the visit. Sara K.

Ken Martin July 30, 2026 at 11:57 AM Sara being popular is for the frats silly. Nice work. Sara Kendrick July 30, 2026 at 1:30 PM Thank you, Ken. I did not know that being popular was for the frats. LOL..Sara K.

Yann Rolland July 28, 2026 at 2:42 PM wonderful imagery, love nature so much .in Spring, thanks for the great reading Sara Kendrick July 28, 2026 at 4:30 PM I am delighted you found it great reading, Yann. Spring and fall are my favorite seasons but with seasonal allergies those seasons are hard on me. Thank you for stopping by. Sara K.

I Am Anaya July 28, 2026 at 8:48 AM Sara, a seasonal poem filled with lush imagery, a youthful start yet seasons change as do we, its inevitable we enjoy every spring. We aren't distinct to nature, we are nature. We'll written, enjoyed! Blessings Sara Kendrick July 28, 2026 at 9:22 AM Thank you, Anaya. I am delighted that you enjoyed it and I need all the blessings I can get. Sara K.