|Reviewed by Richard King
|Jon, your ability to meld and mold words brings out a jealousy I never imagined existed within me. Well done, indeed.
I rarely comment on so many of the same poet’s works, especially one right after the other, but I'm a new fan and I'm just beginning to catch up.
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|A dark portrait of cold and want but still ending with hope, so well penned.|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
You keep getting better and better. I love the descriptions in this poem. It's harder for poets to come up with original imagery for the many faces of nature, but you've done it. I especially like the first verse. Excellent!
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|AN UNIQUE LOOK AT AUTUMN...DONE WELL. THANKS FOR SHARING, LOVE, BLESSINGS * FAITH....JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|You have captured the atmosphere so well, Jon.|
|Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier
|We watch as the steps...march on bye.
We, like the sun find our reasons...walking on bye.
Always a pleasure Jon.
I wrote this for you Jon
I never felt secure, except
in the winds
that blew up around me
a life, that gave me
a reason to reach out and hold onto
a world of turbulence
...and the color, that screamed out
Jon I reached out and held on
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Fine word smithing of winter's wrath.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Terrific. That is the truth of it all.|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|What an impressive approach!! So fresh and creative!!
Really, Jon. This is o u t s t a n d i n g.
xOx Phyllis xOx
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Jon, this is beautifully written and so profound.it goes into my library.|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Full circle...this Jon, takes my breath away..Read it twice and it is a keeper~ stunning poetry~
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|You don't hold back or flinch, Jon, My Friend, this is how it happens over and over, the cycle is in one sense cruel but without it there is no renewal. Without death there is no new birth; without birth, there is no death..
but apart from the cycle and the thought processes inherent, there is the writing - they're not separate of course, they're intertwined - and the writing is top drawer, the images pared to maximum impact and resonance. This is just so right.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is irresistible poetry! Complex and incredibly profound.
|Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse
|Jon is it just me? Or is this
and seductively taken?
Well I am...be it me or not...
This is a gorgeous offering
"til spring kisses your lips with revival"
Wintry Ice Palace
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|You're blamin Sarah Palin for all this, Wow, and I thought I had it in for her, but dear, oh dear, she's worse than I thought, I fear.
Well in any case it's sort of frost on the pumkin, we got's lots of that there sort of cold breezes and all. Now to your poem, it reaches right down to the bone,(yeah that one) raw, and stinging the nerves of heart and mind, great one Jon!!!!!!!! Bless ya! Jasmin Horst
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Always a pleasure to read your inspired writings. My roses hold out until the first hard freeze, as well as my Petunia's and Marigold's. There is a chill in the air but no sign of our cold Winter as yet. Hope I'll see that next Spring with you and your delightful poetry.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is a theme that is very close to my heart and one that has inspired many of my verses as well, Jon. I love the personification here and the entire offering. Thank you, friend. Love, peace, and best wishes,