|Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
|Some nice poetic touches in this, clear word pictures, neat narrative, alliteration etc. I liked that leaf of faith pun best of all.|
|Reviewed by dan Rosenhagen
|Everlasting expressions are those that created movement of emotions from within, and changed all whom you touched. As the brown leaves flutter to the ground, come spring the season of birth, the tree will be stronger, and one star in the heavens,
will shine brighter.
|Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
|VIVIAN, ANOTHER BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN PIECE OF WORK WORDS EXPRESSING LIFES PASSAGE...KEEP UP THE WONDERFUL WORDS..LOVE ANNA|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Symbolically meaningful; a lovely presentation, Vivian. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by william goldman (Reader)
|BEAUTIFUL STORYIN POEM OF MY LIFE. NEXT IS WINTER, TREES ARE GREY SKIES ARE GRAY SHRUBS AREV DORMAT, LONELY TIMES FOR ME,SOON IT,LL BE TIME TO GO BEYOND....DONE VERY WELL VIV,.... HG|
|Reviewed by Laura Fall
|So Beautifully written my friend Laura|
|Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE
|In a leafy motif her words
smile across eons of time
green with life's gust,
ripe with a luster of riches,
rare as a zephyr in winter
from "beyond the clouds"...
Love that last image,
but only slightly more than the rest...
Wonderful poem, dear Vivian.
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Lovely pictures of life darlin' done very nicely... Of course Autumn is my favorite time of year, I think most have this their favorite. Fun time to think back of all that has happened in life and nothing wrong with growing along :)
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|i think we all reflect on when we were green and young as our color changes..brown aint too bad either. like the poem vivian very well penned.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Intensely reflective look back on life as it compares to nature and what is nature if not life itself. Nicely done.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Wonderful cohesion within the framework of this one,Vivian. The leaves are your barometer it seems to me, and always the green leaf to celebrate your glorious life, until, of course even it turns brown. Fantastic poetry, even better than usual.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your poem has a sense of yearning to it. A hopefulness that the green leaves will last a long time and that the coming of autumn will be warm and mild until the last leaf turns. There is peace and solitude too, welcoming the days to come.