A Softening of Bitter Season

[nibbed]

Hey nibbed,
some last minute suggestions
before this piece goes into hibernation.

[Glum] Pumpkins lose neighbors
as Autumn porch mums
enter sanctuary's warmth.

Desk and hearth welcome
their easy pots, crowds
of crowns, bursting silken gold,

strong stalks tiptoe, stretch,
searching for the warmth
of generous Light

A toasty kitchen
[cosy] in woodsiest wafts,
yesterday's porridge,

[from this] well proven stove.
[Snug] and well worn woolens
find revivals of fluff.
(pick which 'well' to delete
or 'snug and welcome woolens' ?)

Simple preparations
[ahead of] a full surrender
to this blasted [W]inter.
(seems less of a 'surrender to'
than a 'retreat from')


Here's a version folloing
Lizzie's suggestion

A Softening of Bitter Season

[Glum] Pumpkins lose neighbors as Autumn porch mums
enter sanctuary's warmth.  Desk and hearth welcome
their easy pots, strong stalks tiptoe, stretch, searching

for the warmth of generous Light. Crowds of crowns,
bursting silken gold.  A toasty kitchen, [cosy] in woodsiest,
wafts yesterday's porridge, [from this] well proven stove.

[Snug] and [welcome] woolens find revivals of fluff,
[snow soft].  Simple preparations [ahead
of] a full surrender to this blasted [W]inter.


Best, Knot.

Thanks Knot!

I hadn't thought of the pumpkins feeling anything and that makes perfect sense
because the mums are tiptoeing in the warmth! Yes, the woolens are welcoming!
I just learned something absolutely WONDERFUL, I hope I can remember to
apply these things forever in my poetry! You two (knot & lizzie) should collaborate,
I bet you'd create some phenomenal poems! I need to look at this some more...

Thank you! Thank you!  -nibbed