The Other F-Word

I love this! Winter is so emotive and beautiful, even if it can be harsh. An enjoyable little piece!

Just morning coffee and cigarettes. Thanks AtoMik, glad you enjoyed this forming snowflake :))

You've made winter sound warm, nice even... that's quite a task lol.

Loved these lines, beautiful, yet somehow profound
'They end their life now willingly  
As they make the plunge to their earthly grave'
 
Another beautiful write :)

Thank you so much Sophie :))

Sterling piece of observance conveyed so perfectly, Gem. I could actually envision the scene and smell the coffee. That's good poetry.

I’m glowing at your remarks! 💎 Crystals are glistening in your rays :)))

despite me not liking winter that much - I loved this - such beautiful description and observations :-))))))

Mega Hugs :-))))))

What’s funny is that the title of this poem is “The Other F-Word” ...as I’m relating the encroaching season to a proclaimed “Fuck!” The opening line ‘in mourning’ speaks to this more wistful observance..

The title comes from my years working on a strawberry farm, as Frost is a farmer’s omen and declares the season will no longer be fruitful.

I think all of nature’s seasons are beautiful though not necessarily warming. But was feeling inspired none-the-less, in awe really by the scene as depicted :))

Still, glad everyone enjoyed this!

For you, many warm bundled-up hugssss :)

Beautiful and so simple.

Thanks Starlite your comments make me smile :))