|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|I was blessed to spend quite a few summer nights in a cabin on a lake in Maine. Waking up in the middle of the night to their magical sound is something I will never forget.
The place in Maine where I go now is back in the forest- but coyotes are just as amazing to me with their howls. Nature heals like nothing else.
|Reviewed by Judith Ann (Reader)
|You are so right that releasing our pain is key to embracing our future with hope and light.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Soul-stirring and compelling are your verses, Poetess. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Listen to the loon for it knows you. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Beautiful poety....you have a new follower....love your writing!
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I've always been captivated by loon calls in the mist. One of earth's oldest and wisest birds.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Living here in NH myself, I can appreciate the meaning in this.
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Parts of New Hampshire was hit hard, according to the news. I pray you are doing better...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Highly atmospheric, charged with meaning.
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Crazy as the loon, huh Poetess...how nature can take it away all so fast. The loon is a haunting creature with an eerie call, one that sounds like a wolf at times and then a tremolo pitch...could have been an omen. The loons are the main characters in my novel The Buckskin Skirt Oar Traveler. They are beautiful with red eyes naturally. It's a healing poem, and I hope you are healing...Blessed Be.
|Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill
|Sometimes in the midst of pain, we find a glimmer of hope that turns us into a beacon of light. Wonderful words in this piece!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Great imagery amidst devastation and always looking for a better tomorrow.|