Treasure (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on March 21, 2011

Karla you assess the truly valuable things in life with remarkable aplomb my dear friend. I bid you love and peace. Jon Michael

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 5, 2011

Well said. Falling snow is beautiful and "cold"....M

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on February 10, 2011

Lovely sentiments, Karla. I can relate for a snowfall does the same for me. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

I'd call that treasure. Patrick

Reviewed by Barbara Terry

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

When Nicole came from Australia in 2007, and we stepped outside the airport terminal, she said, "what! Did I just step in to a giant walk in freezer?" I said yes, then I told her, "and that white stuff on the ground isn't dandruff, it's snow." It doesn't snow below the snow line which is half way up in the mountains. It gets cold during their winter at night, but during their winter days, the temperature is like San Francisco.

I love to watch it snow, the pristine flakes hitting the ground, the deck, the chairs and table on the deck. Yes Karla, this is what it means to be rich, when you can enjoy the wonderful things mother nature for us. Thank you for sharing.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on February 8, 2011

Karla loved this, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on February 7, 2011

If snow be rich, then we are without wealth, as all ours has for the present melted away...e

Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com

Reviewed on February 6, 2011

KARLA ... WELL SAID.

But when the beautiful flakes are not few, and far between - when they are deep and endless, they are disastrous,

Beauty and Blizzards do not mix! Tom.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen

Reviewed on February 6, 2011

A gem! Yes!
Christine

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Reviewed on February 6, 2011

if you want to get rich quickly, count your blessings it's been said. blessed to read this little gem of a poem this day karla.

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

Gloriously right vision, Karla.

John

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

Very, very nice write, Karla.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

beautiful!

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

The treasure, Karla, is in the lines you've crafted...
diamonds scattered underfoot, melted into memory,
wordlessly silent. Almost makes me look forward to
the next snowfall. -gene.

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

Awww, Karla, you have said it so beautifully. Love it!
Especially=="Before the diamonds are scattered underfoot"
and "melted into memory."
Hugs,
Connie

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

Yes...I love how you see things...but wait until you go broke in the Spring and Summer when it melts. Great write.
Amor

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

And we are rich indeed because God gave us this beautful gift. It makes it even more special. Beautiful poem and image; well done, Karla! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0

Reviewed by Richard King

Reviewed on February 5, 2011

Karla, you are rich as long as your mind allows your imagination to run wild. Your photo had me imagining the surface of the moon. Monetarily, nothing changed, but my peace and tranquility skyrocketed. Thanks Dick