Mountains Mysteries (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

The hush of winter whispers magic and beauty into our soul through your words, Eileen. Wonderful tribute to the King of kings and Lord of lords!

Merry Christmas!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Agree with Sherry below, your poem epitomises the incredible hush and stillness that follows a heavy fall of snow Eileen
It is in these precious moments we can savor the joy of life, and the promise of eternal life with the " Maker of Lights " !
This is so beautiful and serene to read and digest today !
Love
Peter

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Nothing in the world like sitting by the soothing fire, hot toddy in hand, and gazing out the window watching Nature's mysteries unfold. Lovely poem and pic, Tiger Lily

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Heavenly beautiful Eileen!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Some more beautiful wordplay from AD's formost sppinner of exquisite poetry. Such profound phrases. It is a paradox that under the very same majestic sky others are planting seeds of destruction for innocent people.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Your poetic pen seems to produce one gem after another. Marvelous write as is the seasonal art.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 22, 2005

Brilliance with such dynamic rhythm..
I love reading this type of poem, it flows with such ease...

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 21, 2005

Think not of death
while enjoying such a beautiful scene
as you have painted in the poem
Excellent Eillen

Merry Christmas
Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on December 21, 2005

"Maker of lights" I like that title for God. :-) Life and death, the wise person contemplates both. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Dawn Richerson

Reviewed on December 21, 2005

Geez, I'm with Sherry. I'm all awash in the peacefulness and mystery and here comes death creeping in again (have read several other poems which touch on the subject tonight). But there's something that connects birth and death, the silent with the holy, and your poem made me think about how we are cradled in life and in death and given the opportunity to fall like snowflakes upon the wind. enjoy the mountains! Dawn

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on December 21, 2005

I am glad I made it on tonight. This is great!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on December 21, 2005

Beautiful poem, Eileen but your last line took my by surprise. I suspect that death will know such peace and tranquility, though I always think of the rush and the light. You paint such a beautiful picture with your words that they caused me to recall the amazing quiet when the snow falls and puts a certain hush on the world.

Take care,

Sherry