Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

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The transformation is magical don't you agree..Sara

Sunlight Plays With Color

The sun strikes the Red Maple, Crepe Myrtle Tree
Glorious color is the reward of the onlooker
Bewitchment by the quick change engages fantasy
Of the sage who has the role of a caretaker

Sunlight passes through common broomsage
Its color purple fills me with excitement
The light component does my mind assuage
Light accelerates color with enlightenment

Unfinished work...

Sara

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Mohammad Yamin October 30, 2011 at 7:39 PM Wonderful imagery, Sara. Very well done. Is there anything more to say? There seems hardly any need. Thank you for giving me the joy of reading your comments on my poem I Love You. -Mohammad

Don Johnson October 30, 2011 at 4:31 PM Yes Sara, Colors creeping through the mind, red n crepe n other kinds, the sage 'caretaker' enlightens till, color flowing void does fill, one other time....

Rosalyn Lampkin October 30, 2011 at 1:53 PM A wonderful inking....Unfinished work...NOT SO!!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart October 29, 2011 at 11:15 AM sweetly penned Sara.. a perfect visual with that sun strike across the trees .. u have a flare for Nature in all it's splendor and glory my friend.. hope all is well ..how is doggie?

Doris Culverhouse October 29, 2011 at 9:55 AM not lowly.....highly needed.....caretaker. encourager of sickly.

Joe Maverick October 29, 2011 at 12:35 AM thank you for the comment on "only if" Sara, you are right the title dosen't do justice to the theme..(however it was the best i could think of at the "time"..? ha ha can you suggest a better one.? if so mail me and i will look at ammending it..yours Joe.

Don Johnson October 28, 2011 at 7:31 PM bed maker peers from the window, at the red and the brown leaves she sees, mundane may it seem, just part of the scheme, and life revolves around thee...

Joe Maverick October 28, 2011 at 4:39 PM OH.! and real great discriptions of the scenery..

Joe Maverick October 28, 2011 at 4:37 PM Now i agree with all but the last line Sara, apart from that it was alright...however in my estimation you are a keen poet, and i am as of now relieving you of the other title:) besides it takes soo long, all that sawing and turning.! and you are never going to compete with the mass market..! only joking) thank you for the comment.

Jack Horne October 28, 2011 at 3:28 PM Yes, such things can fuel the imagination indeed - lovely write, Sara. I love the last line : )

Sarah Seraphin October 28, 2011 at 2:50 PM * “As An Enchanting Postcard * I Somehow Your Loveliness, My Dear Beautiful Sara * Which In Turn Paints Its Moment & Image Even Splendorous * Bewitched In Spellbound By The Beauty of Nature & The Beauty of Your Eyes * Luv * Sarah.” *