My Heart Is Not A Hunter Comments

Throughout the autumn hours in forests tinted gold I sought, and I scoured, through winter's kiss of cold To unearth only birdsongs, as a token of the spring.. chyming and rhyming....... fine poetic words.. tony

Beautiful romantic piece, well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Paul.

Light had shed as an opening to a path and this was amazing. Your expression carries affection and love in every word. Your heart carries love for nature. This poem is excellent...10