A Softening of Bitter Season

[nibbed]

A special thanks to Alexorande, Knot, and Lizzie for helping me with my poem. Thanks Lizzie for pulling her out of the attic for me. I'm afraid I'm stuck in this form of stocky stanzas, perhaps it will click and one day I can escape. I am pleased with the final, though. -nibbed



final revision


A Softening of Bitter Season


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

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

Strong stalks tiptoe and stretch,
searching for the warmth
of generous Light

as a toasty kitchen hints
her well proven stove
done in woodsiest wafts, 
yesterday's porridge,

while well worn woolens find
revivals of fluff:

simple preparations
for a full surrender
to this blasted winter.





1st Revision

Soften the Season


Pumpkins lose neighbors
as Autumn's porch mums
enter sanctuary's warmth:

desk and hearth
welcome their easy pots,
holding for themselves
crowds of silken
bursting crowns

whose stalks
tiptoe and stretch, searching
for generous sun;

kitchen hints
a proven stove
done in wafts 
of yesterday's porridge

while well worn woolens 
find revivals in fluff:

early preparations
to the full surrender
of winter.






original
Soften the Season


Pumpkins lose neighbors
as Autumn's porch mums
enter sanctuary's warmth:

desk and hearth
welcome such easy pots,
their crowds of weary crown
and toughened stem
now tiptoe and stretch
to a sun they cannot find. 

A proven stove
warms yesterday's porridge,
while well worn woolens 
find revivals in fluff;

all preparations, a surrender
to the ever blasts of winter's
too sudden approach.