A Softening of Bitter Season

[Lizzie]

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.

Mmmmmm, I like glum. This was what I had in mind about line length -- I didn't think it needed additional content necessarily, just a re-format.