|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|Love the mood in this superb write, Carole.
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
I am one who does not care for winter because the cold attacks my body (I have fibromyalgia) yet your poem makes it a beautiful season.
Love & Light,
|Reviewed by E. Richardson
|Jude used the word tapestry to describe this work of yours...which I believe is a fit analogy. This is a tightly woven and wonderful thing...beautiful and warming, regardless of the wintery subject.|
|Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez
|Carole,..this thin time the world turns inward and the air turns thick
I love the way you expressed this great write!
Winter is as you have masterfully expressed most days and its happpens again and again!
thanks for sharing this '
Peace and healhy life to you',
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|A marvelous winter poem, Carole - especially love those last four lines. Love that graphic, too.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a wonderful tapestry of imagery and mood ...|
|Reviewed by Paul Williams
|A superb capture Carol, just love the ending, and the pic is georgeous.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most beautiful collaboration between picture and verse!!
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|This is the most beautiful picture I've ever seen, so inspiring; and your poem fits it so perfectly. Wonderful job!
Lucky Star Sandie May Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
|this is really beautiful - and i LOVE the ending. no snow in south africa... so i envy you. i've always wished for snow. last time it snowed where i live was 1981 (I was 9)!. thanks for letting me dream a little :)|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|From line one I knew this was a gem! Carole the art seems to come alive with your beautiful imagery! I was just going to write you , and was so glad to see this post.I love your poetry, for the elegance of your descriptions.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|What a lovely and haunting poem about the metamorphing of rain to snow as winter eases into view. The last four line especially affected me.|
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Lovely print. The poem settles in as a gem from a genuine writer. ~~Nordette|