Wind Song Comments

A wonderful metaphor for all that life hurls evocatively captured amongst an array of evocative lines that transport the reader from the tempestuous to the tranquil - superb Ernestine. j xx

You have painted a wonderful series of contrasting landscapes for your reader - from the wind as 'unscrupulous military machine, giving way to no one', to the peaceful and refreshing sparkle after the storm has passed. The whole piece represents a metaphor for life's journey as Tailor says. Superb penning. love, Allie xxxx

storms of our journey in life...captured and released for us to see in this excellent work. beautiful, Ernestine. -Tailor

Poetess E.>>>Yowzer! Felt like Iwas comin' down with th' Flu after comin' out from yir Stormy Weather, there, young lady! Vivid imagework & fine structure adds up to a knock-out Piece of Work'''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

'The clouds part and the sun peeps through' what an awesome picture, wonderful poem as usual-------Melvina

Funny, Wind Song used to be a favorite perfume of mine! And now, we are under such a terrible heat wave that I wish to hear that Wind Song and have it bring us some rain....what a love smell fresh rain leaves, better than any perfume in a bottle!

Then suddenly, the sky starts to brighten, the clouds part and the sun peeps through.Love Duncan

Ernestine, this is so good! I can feel the force of the wind, and then just like at sea the gentle pink of the sky and the silence as though nature is offering an apology...........wonderful Bill M

I agree with Mary, you write very well.

Nice Ernestine, very nice, you should be a weather broadcaster.....very real....Have a great weekend davexxx

Ernestine, you are such a wonderful writer! I'm always so glad to see your ''perspective'' on any topic. Great poem. Sincerely, Mary

Excellent, Ernestine. Like with most of your work, your words are woven, intricately painting your landscapes so your readers can 'see'. Wonderful ability you have. Hugs and respect, CJ

I know what you mean Sally, another excellent poem from Ernestine, weather is a great leveller, and we are powerless against it! regards, Lucy