Pears Hang
pears hang yellow-green
awaiting ripeness to fall...
September gale blows
green, yellow pears lie
bruised upon mother earth's breast...
ants, wasps, hornets feed
pears food for insects
ants lay in store for winter...
pouring rain floods the mound
Sara Kendrick married young and had a family soon after. After her last child went to school, she decided to pursue her GED. A gentlemen who worked with the GED program encouraged her to enroll in college. She worked part time and cared for her family in addition to her studies. She graduated from Mercer University. Several years ago, after a health crisis, she started writing poetry.
Thank you, Jack Clubb, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteThis poem captures Nature in all her delight and fury. Well done.
Dear Sara, you employed vivid imagery in this creative poem. You wait so long for the fruit to ripen, but by the time it does, it's stolen by the insects and spoiled by bad weather. This certainly was a rainy year and there are lots of fruits that have met this fate. Well said, my friend. Love, Carolyn D.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sara... Terry
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeleteLove this thoughtful write
A lovely poem.
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