Chrysanthemum Blossom

Sweet sight to see,
Beautiful name,
This is what I am told.
Easy to fall in love with, but
I don't play games.
I am able to numb your pain,
In various ways.
I can be poisonous to
The touch, the look and the bite.
That's what they all say,
I guess that moral is,
Don't get on my bad side.
I am one with
November, an
Autumn chid.
I work well with the cold,
But sometimes need a gentle
Fall before the dying of
The year. When
The leaves begin to
Fall, I begin to live,
Though I won't
Be found in snow,
I will bloom once again.
I die, yes, but I always reserect.
As some call me,
I guess it's true,
I am very much like,
A Chrysanthemum in bloom.