|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|EXCELLENT COMPARISON! IF ONLY WE ALL COULD BE LIKE TREES...PATIENTLY DEPEND ON THE SON...OUR TRUE SOURCE OF LIFE...INSTEAD OF TRYING TO SAVE OURSELVES. BRILLIANT! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Dark Knight
|Quite the thought provoking poem|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|thought provoking read|
|Reviewed by S. Ganguli Prometheus_Media
|liked the last two lines specifically.
|Reviewed by Robert Whitford
|To breathe and even think of the engines of nature and the rebirth that is inherent in winter, even at its deadest is hope manifest. Dreaming of the green the liquid ascends yet. Life is always present no matter how the skin and bark feel. Beautiful Janet. Bob|
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|Life recycled such as the seasons of life come and go...the ending line makes it quite clear..."I lay down my life, so that I may pick it up again"...so brilliant, Janet|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|This too shall pass. Seems to be the eloquent message here.
And in times of tribulation we need to realise this! xx
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Yes, we trust that the seasons will be kind and that, year after year, trees will go dormant and then reinvigorate again producing new leaves and new life.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Trust . . . is the answer
I totally trusted someone who came into my life (her choice) and I have never loved anyone so much... ...and then she just vanished. Hard to trust again now. Thank you for sharing this meaningful write, Janet. I hope you will "check out" a few more of my poems so you can get the idea of what I am referring to. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|In the differences, the nuances, natural or otherwise, portend common ground, and other senses too similar to sum up with an autumn breath, and ultimately a gift that bleeds uniqueness into disparities, spirited and elemental, as brief as an instant breeding a momentous eternity and other fine lines and parting shots we will yet hold with the vistas of our visionary gleam sent from our Father's eye to those of us who yet behold poetry such as this, the stuff of life itself.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Life, death, and rebirth in constant motion...I think we're taught these things through nature to pacify our intuition and reawaken it with being submissive and bowing down to a creator well worth the role of a stupendous god in "Silent Observations"...Quieting the mind affords us a foothold on the top rung, Janet. Contemplative poetry worth reading in anyone's spare moments in their busy life to read your words.
|Reviewed by Miller Caldwell
|I love this poem. It really speaks to me a I speak to a dozen trees I come across when walking my friends black Labrador every morning. You are a prolific poet and I am so pleased we are from the same stock. Miller|