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Sunlight Plays With Color

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

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

Date: 10/30/2011 7:39:00 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

Date: 10/30/2011 4:31:00 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

Date: 10/30/2011 1:53:00 PM

A wonderful inking....Unfinished work...NOT SO!!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 10/29/2011 11:15:00 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

Date: 10/29/2011 9:55:00 AM

not lowly.....highly needed.....caretaker. encourager of sickly.

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/29/2011 12:35:00 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

Date: 10/28/2011 7:31:00 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

Date: 10/28/2011 4:39:00 PM

OH.! and real great discriptions of the scenery..

Joe Maverick

Date: 10/28/2011 4:37:00 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

Date: 10/28/2011 3:28:00 PM

Yes, such things can fuel the imagination indeed - lovely write, Sara. I love the last line : )

Sarah Seraphin

Date: 10/28/2011 2:50:00 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.” *