|Reviewed by RWEHAVING FUN
|sumptuous, sonorous, seasonal and enough imagery to sate a film editor! This one teases alive the senses with a synaesthesia of form and row upon row of romanticism. Nicely done, Joy.|
|Reviewed by DM Yates
|So very nice and expressive. I love the feeling of the peaceful garden in this poem.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Thank you. I enjoyed the walk and sitting in your garden. I can even smell the yellow rose.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A peaceful and lovely offering, Joy. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Clarence Prince
|It's so very nice that you are back with us again, Joy, and with a poem like this, who can replace here? Thanks for the invitation to your garden and for sharing this great poem with us! May you be blessed more than ever before!|
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|a fine walk this would be
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Of delicate splendor you write
such a gift for us to embrace
evergreen with your grace
Welcome back Lady Joy!
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
To walk with you through this lovely garden in poetry. Roses of
yellow fragrance, as the colours of Autumn complete the cycle of
gardening. Lovely visit dear friend.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Ah! What an enchanting garden you have taken us to...makes the gloomy snow/rain mix outside my window disappear...wonderful writing, Joy...
|Reviewed by Edward Phillips
|SHE walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright. Meets in her aspect and her eyes.
Romance and nature bloom together in your poetic words.
|Reviewed by George Dominguez
|Beautifully penned Joy! Yes I'll walk with you in your garden when the spring comes and when the summer is here. We will have a lovely time, can't wait until next year. God Bless. George AKA THE WISE OLD OWL|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|This garden is in your heart.|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|Wonderfully written poetry Laura|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your garden sounds very seductive. What would happen if I walked into your lair?
|Reviewed by Judith Ann (Reader)
|Yes your writing had me right there at your back door ready to walk out with you and sit on that park bench. I could smell the yellow rose and see all those brillant autumn colors coming to life. You write so beautifully. You just take us there.
Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas,
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Joy, the beauty in this piece is worth the wait the flowers will give way to winter and then return to capture our smiles in the promise of Spring Life cycles in all its beautiful splendor and this garden contains all of the Creators greatest creations. Yes, your muse has returned...but did I not know that already?
|Reviewed by Mark Lichterman
|Oh, Joy. Such beautifully floral words. The colors of Autumn make me think that I possibly might consider leaving all of Southern California winter's moderate warmth for the colors of upcoming winter that you so well describe... Uh, though, yes, your poem is lovely! But still, to leave Southern California to see the splendor of Autumn's color... Really, I think not.
Glad to see you writing again.
|Reviewed by John Domino
|Wow Joy! What fun! I'll be right there! Oh, that's right, you live in the South West. Anyway, great poem to dream by and yes, you are are highly talented and truly blessed.
Peace, love and abundant blessings,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Yep, an age old custom spawned by the weather. I don't think true gardeners ever get tired of the ritual. Since I was married to one I know they don't. I liked the intimate way you wrote this, I feel as if I could walk across the street and sit on the bench with ya.|