The Joy Of Being Comments

Time for the robins? If you say so, Friend. Praise for the woodfires that have warmed our past....great expression dear Sandra. A fabulous poem. Top score! !

You render me almost speechless once again, Sandra. I love this heart-warming poem and see myself in front of a log fire into the bargain.

I liked the imagery with this.

Kind eyes affirm that cold cannot come in. Rachel Ann Butler

Wow! ! ! ! This is a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y gorgeous! ! ! Am bowled over by the imagery, so very pretty Sandra. Thank you for sharing. HG: -) xx

Nature, the best tool to enhance images in any poem and here you made yours sing like the little Robin in full voice....every season to be enjoyed. Warm read Cindy

The joy of being alive...be it any season of life...wonderful theme, Sandra...and wonderfully well you bring out your thoughts there...thanks...10

Beautifully written and straight forward. Brings back many cozy memories. Jim

enjoying being alive, living in the moment, how beautifully you express your emotions through images of nature. Indeed, joy of being Warm Regrds mamta

Sandra, this one warmed my heart, it also brought a smile xx

beautiful beyond words my eyes have gone moist in the winter landscape outside your window as the fire burns within with a warmth that can be told.....wonderful just wonderful...thank you for letting me discover your poems....................John.

Praise for the woodfires that have warmed our past. Red firelight paints the ceiling with itself. The joy of our mere being is alive............ Yes there is joy of being alive and kicking..........But few people feel it......Unless and until you are ready to let yourself flow in a river of time you wont feel it......Your poem describes that joy.....Good Write..10+++

none can take dip twice in the same river...your poems are also like that... thanks..you have given me two different eyes which can pierce the innerdepths of nature....

Indeed Sandra - such infinitesimal beauty closes eyes against all loss, if we but notice the wonders around us - - I love your picture of the homeless leaf against the windowpane...... you and your pen-portraits live wiith the reader and that is in itself the reward to the true poet......... bless you - - hugs to my faraway friend....from Fay.

Sandra, this is another joy for me to have read this great write of yours. Thanks for the treat. Love you so much, my friend.Take care Love and hugs, Meggie

'The joy of being' is studded with carefully selected choicest gems from Nature. One feels lost in its sober colours, its lingering light and the lilting music. Sandra, it is transporting.

Good piece. Great picture in words. Congrats.

Sigh... you always paint such beautiful word pictures! I love this, the robins, the firelight, the mere mention of spring. The bare branches always look so especially stark against low winter sunsets. Lovely penning Sandra. HG: -) xx

'For us bare branches are articulate, They tell us all we ever need to know' -I am attracted by such lines. Truly a beautiful poem!

few words expressing so much.well written.nice to read