A Treasure Sought Comments

It's said that when the bushes are heavy with berries we are in for a hard winter. Not too hard, I hope? I always feel sorry for our little feathered friends when they are sitting, puffed up and huddled up, in the bleakest weather. I like this poem. I can see those jolly red berries, worn like brooches on the branches, with a background of watery grey. Mother Nature's way of bringing cheer. Thank you, Ernestine. Love, Fran xxx

I like Alisons comments on this and I think that she says it all Anothe rbeautiful piece of art, so well painted in words, deserves to go up in a fine gallery Love duncan x

Very well versed Ernestine......very welldone indeed

A rich feast of words you present in this beautiful descriptive piece. I can see the bright berries bursting with life. Lucky little birds. Lucky readers. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx

Ernestine...Stellar work, here...Such vivid imagery, propels this work to its own 'Sought Treasure'! Kudos.my dear! F. j. R.

Ernestine, this is a very colorful, beautiful rich, charming, written poem.

Abundance found, a treasure sought, Such juicy fare autumn's season brought. These lines are especially beautiful though it is all super. Such vivid description, Ernestine. A lovely piece to start the year with.

Rich in colour and texture - a lovely piece of observation that puts a splash of colour into the grey of winter. Lovely Ernestine. Justine.

Lovely poem! I knew what a pyracantha is, but had to look up 'Aliment' (was confusing it with ailment, whoops) . Cool, a new word! To use in a sentence: Muhammad Ali-ment what he said about being hungry.. Thanks! Chuck