Winter Comes (poem) by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on September 3, 2009

A wonderful write filled with emotions La BElle. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

So sad, La Belle. Sadly love doesn't treat all of us the same and some must, though God only knows why, face the cold of winter, though if it be a failed love, winter might also be summer, for a time without love is a time without warmth.
Sounds like the opening lines to a poem... Hmm, I might even do it. If I do, you will know that it was inspired by you, La Belle.
Your friend, Mark

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

A very sad lament filled with poignant thoughts...really like this one.

Carole~

Reviewed by Ray { The Great Canadian Buzzard }

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

Sad but yet a wonderful write
I like the fall the best, if we could skip the winter and just have spring summer and fall :)
Oh well winter is on the way
Have a great day
The Buzzard

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

Truly heartfelt, La Belle. Winter truly is coming, for many of us.

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

Beautiful!

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

sweet heartfelt verse Belle, romantically stimulating, hugs

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

BEAUTIFUL, VERY ROMANTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

Beautifully said, La Belle.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on September 1, 2009

Hope is called that little bird that refuses to go south coming winter and stay near of you. When little bird Hope tremble you should hold it in your hands and press it gentle on your bosom so it can have warmth and hear the soothingly beat of your heart.

Georg

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

beautiful romantic lament and allegorical symbolism ...

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Sweet, romantic, sentimental, sad... vintage you. Love it.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

You've dissolved me to tears, La Belle - can hardly see - beautiful - heartbreaking!

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

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

LaBelle,
The longing is so personal and intimate, the regrets of a Winter life beautifully shared.

John

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

This is wonderous in it's beauty and sincerity and although a little sad it speaks of a great love that will never truly die. Great work La Belle
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Belle, you use the winter metaphor perfectly. Love the first stanza.
-gene.

Reviewed by Stephen Cherring

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

very good. well written,,shame about the awful organ.eek'

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Such a powerfully deep piece with a somber tone of a life well lived, yet regrets still seem to linger....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Beautiful write, Belle; as you know, I love winter; prefer winter to the summertime heat that is Texas. Very well penned/illustrated; brava! Love the music!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Love the personal touch you spun within the verses of the changing of the seasons, Belle. That give it a much more intimate, if sad, range of emotions. Very good. Very sad. Very . . . Belle.