|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Felix, there is warmth and romance in your verse and a perspective that captures the unique power of nature to paint us joyful with the bright colors of warm months, or reserved and sad with the subdued tones when winter bites at all things living - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|Peaceful, meandering poem of bright color. I like "wave to passing time..." ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|I feel warmth just reading your poem. Joy L. Hale|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|She can be soft as a woman, that's for sure. I especially like that musky aroma of her leaves.
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Beautiful description of Autumn, Fee...
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|There is nothing more beautiful than
Autumn as the old becomes those beautiful hues
settling into earth and mother nature makes a
bed of leaves to nurture and bring new growth
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Time truly does march on, and often all we have left are memories.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|Ah, those summer happenings...........which we hold dear unto the changing season.....still holding onto our emotions.....never changing!!
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Phew, I can feel and taste the beauty in the change of seasons in your words, but to hold on to that sunshine within is key :)
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Truly enjoyed the changing seasons in this one, Fee....great flow of one into the other..
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|We can watch through your words as the colours change, preparing for the winter months ahead. Nice write Felix.
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO Rose
|Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow
|Very nice... we do not see much fall here so I so enjoy reading what others experience... this is lovely work|
|Reviewed by Connie Faust
|I can't imagine why you rated this wonderful poem PG13!
The sweet sadness of the changing season is so artistically expressed, and the final verse speaks volumes. Mutual love holds bounteous blessings in any season!
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Beautifully written song of Fall, Felix. Mixing the weather and its by products the colorful leaves, nude trees shivering, and, at the end, cuddling to make things alright.
P.S.: Yes, I was grinning as I wrote that poem.