|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
I love the richness and the softness of this poem. Well if he is up yonder then go get him!! :) nice one!
Peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I'd say 'bout West damn Virginia.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
And a beautiful
blending of expressive
luv and blessings
|Reviewed by Douglas Bentley
|Heavenly. . . . .
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a magical feel to this lovely poem ...|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Moving words, Susan. God bless.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Well I live in the world of the tall trees (Nova Scotia) and my favorite clothes are blue jeans and my leather jacket and I have built and sat around many a fire in the hearth...so this poem of yours made me feel you were talking directly to me...ahhhh sweet dreams.
|Reviewed by Eugene Williams
|a wonderful thought in joyed it|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|WOW, now that is one gorgeous photograph! Sweet words to bring in the fall....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a sweet, soft yearning wrapped in the nostagia of fall|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Such beauty in these lines of missing a loved one, Susan - well done. Reminds me of my own Daddy, who passed away last year. I miss him. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|The Silver Maples brighten the day with their multi-hued magenta and yellow, some still with green on top. Not much can match the brilliance of fall, except maybe brilliance of love shining in blue eyes.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A bittersweet and expressive write, Susan. Autumn is my favourite season. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful imagery here, Susan; very nice! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ah, yes indeed, Susan there is rainbow-colored leaves up yonder. In fact someone sent me some pictures of their front and back yard covered with multi-hued colored leaves. It is a lonely time, the waiting time.|