Sara Kendrick Poet Free verse

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Winter's Garden

Does my spirea still bloom?
No! It has turned black and crumbles
Where are the tiger lilies with their spots? 
Hidden beneath the cold, wet earth until....

Did I not have peonies in two colors? 
They disappeared, my love, but not dead 
Only hidden deep within my heart
Waiting for the ignition of my low simmering flame  

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L. J. Carber March 12, 2022 at 10:37 AM I like this! Especially that last line-- a belated congrats Sara! Sara Kendrick March 13, 2022 at 4:01 AM Thank you, L. J. I appreciate the with with congrats. Sara

Harry Horsman March 8, 2022 at 6:35 PM Somehow different from you Sara, and yes very beautiful Sara Kendrick March 9, 2022 at 3:33 AM Yes, Harry, this one is a little different. I looked out the window and the lush summer flowers were still hidden what was above ground was all black, dead and crumbly. I thought sometimes I feel like my garden looks. Your visits delight me. Sara

Andrea Dietrich March 8, 2022 at 10:32 AM GREAT symbolism , Sara. I really like this one Sara Kendrick March 8, 2022 at 2:26 PM I think you are the only one who seemed to catch onto the symbolism. Thanks for the visit. Sara

Jennifer Proxenos March 6, 2022 at 2:05 PM I love this poem Sara . You are truly a nature lover and know your flowers so well . Your imagery and knowledge of flowers, colours and plants is outstanding. Hugs and blessings Jennifer Sara Kendrick March 8, 2022 at 2:29 PM Jennifer, Well, I don't know as much as some others but I know a few species. There are so many wonderful species out there in this wonderful world in which we live. Your visit was uplifting. Sara

Valsa George March 5, 2022 at 8:15 AM Great imagery, Sara ! Though the flowers haven't yet blossomed, there is hope that they will bloom once spring arrives ! It is this hope that keeps us on ! Lovely write ! Sara Kendrick March 5, 2022 at 3:18 PM Valsa, We do have some blossoms on the trees and some blooming of Jonquils and daffodils with pollen increasing each day but spring isn't officially here yet. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara

Alexis Y. March 4, 2022 at 3:08 PM Hi Sara, I enjoyed your well-written and clever write. Especially the second stanza and it worked so well with the photo. Thanks for sharing this write. Have a nice day and weekend-Alexis Sara Kendrick March 5, 2022 at 3:57 AM Alexis, Thank you for the visit. Your comments were inspiring. Sara

Jack Horne March 4, 2022 at 7:55 AM love this clever write, my friend Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:54 PM Thank you, Jack. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara

M. L. Kiser March 3, 2022 at 3:52 PM Great imagery and metaphor; beautifully penned. Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:52 PM Thank you, M.L. I appreciate the visit. Sara

Bj Legros Kelley March 2, 2022 at 1:00 PM So sweet Sara, how we miss our flowers in winter! But soon, the snow will melt, a new day will dawn and the garden flowers will bloom anew! Hope you are having a very blessed, and may I add, warm and sunny day! God bless you Sara <3 ~BJ Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:48 PM It has warmed up here, B.J., I think maybe at least 80 today but it drops down at night still. I enjoy the sun coming through the windows every day that it does. Your visit to my page was inspiring. Sara

Debra L Brown March 1, 2022 at 6:01 PM Lovely poem Sara. The picture was sweet. Blessings ~ Debra Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:45 PM Thank you, Debra. I liked that picture also. I think about it when we have a little disagreement. Your visit was inspiring. Sara

Bill Baker March 1, 2022 at 4:36 PM Those flowers are meeting quite the challenge. Spring is coming! Spring is coming! There's still hope. Smiles and blessings, Bill Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:40 PM Bill, We need that hope about this time of year. It has warmed up here during the day and invites us to go outside. Thanks for the visit to my page with your words of hope. Sara

Sam Kauffman March 1, 2022 at 3:53 PM What a beautiful poem of hope still blooming in the winter - waiting for "the ignition of my low simmering flame." Lovely work Sara. Blessings to and for your heart! Sara Kendrick March 4, 2022 at 2:36 PM Sam, Thanks for the kind review of my work. I appreciate the visit. Sara