Without a second thought,
Sara put the sun and moon,
the stars, clouds, shadows, and beams
Connected with a divine design of hues, to shame.

She stood quite still, near the corner of the room,
Without a word, but anticipating a gentle sigh, one
Of so many that the past year had brought round.|
Accustomed to its resigned serenity
No words were necessary, her creativity
Enveloped her.

A perfection of color we could not name
Radiated from her presence, releasing
The crayola spectrum in a sweet range of melons.
Sherbet or sorbet dance on her sleeve
Raising the message of delight,
While from head to toe
All we want to do
Is watch her glow.

Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia