Leaf Pressing (poem) by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on November 18, 2008

Nicely penned. Winter is settling in! Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Beautiful fall "leaves of grass" from a master of short. And speaking of frosts looks like were getting close here in FL now...

Reviewed by Juliet Waldron

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

The letting go and spinning down to earth are the last things we all have to do in this life. Lovely words and picture!

Reviewed by Rebecca Lerwill

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Very romantic, Karla. I actually press hundreds of leafes every year. They make great book marks and bring color to long winter evenings.
Love,
Becca~

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on November 16, 2008

Karla...how beautiful this is and how touching. You left me with a lump in my throat.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

I like how you have used different colors to signify the changing of the seasons. Spring always live in many of us, and for that we are blessed.

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

Loved it, and the colors Karla, great job! Love Holly

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

those lovely apparitions of deciduous wonderment -- artists rendering color and passion to the earth --bless them -- this is a powerful lament to the passing of summer -- peace and much love to you Karla -- JMW

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

You should ask old Grumpy Benson, he has ways with those tree's leaves

Georg

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

Thankfully, these Ghosts of Summer will re-emerge next Spring.

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on November 15, 2008

EXCELLENT, GOLDEN WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Ah, yes. But God in His ultimate wisdom renews them all again come spring. Just His way of showing us that we, too, will but sleep only a short while when this life is done. What a wonderful renewal it will be be when our time comes to once again be reborn into a new and magnificant body when He gently awakens us and brings us all into His world. Well done my friend. God bless.

Reviewed by Susan Sonnen

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

and what sweet ghosts they are~ :)

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Ah, Karla! I love it! I especially love the use of colors in this poem...it so perfectly sets the tone and carries the meaning out to the end.
Cryssa

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

sad feel to this write--love the picture

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

I live in the middle of the woods and we have PLENTY of left over leaves in piles all over campground and would be most willing to send some of those piles down your way...e

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Nicely done indeed Karla, the fewer words are outstanding with the coloration you used in this one.

fee

Reviewed by Michelle Kidwell Power In The Pen

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Karal I love the pictures you paint with your words, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
Michelle~

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Karla you see things in such a creative manner... your work is unique and boundless... wonderful poem. lindalaw

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Wonderfully color-ful write, Karla; simply grand!! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0X0

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Your creativity has no bounds, KARLA! Fantastic poem!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Oh, I love this poem, and your choice of color just intensifies it for me..Very well done, my dear friend.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

But next spring a resurrection! So beautiful karla.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Only the leaves die. The tree but sleeps until spring when new leaves will be born. A poignant write. Rebecca

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Karla,

Exquisite my dear . . . fabulous!! And I love the photo!!

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Beautifully done, Karla. Sad to see the Autumn colors go.
Sadder still to see the ice of winter: the beach gets lonely
without the gulls. -gene.

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

You are a true poet, for you have created a sympathy in my heart for a leaf>>>>>>>>>>go figure. Great write. Love and many hugs, Bonnie

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

sad verse Karla, but you got your point over very well, lets call ghost busters, opgwlove

Reviewed by Abdi-Noor Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope)

Reviewed on November 14, 2008

Great poem. Enjoyed this very much. Thanks dear karla