any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
lovely sonnet, Sumana. delightful imagery.we don't have winter over here, but it's almost raining everyday these past weeks.
Burnt skin...burnt heart.. Nicely done with the change up.
The closing lines are magical :D :DBeautifully rendered.Lots of love,Sanaa
Oh there is a heaven in your poetry today as you sing a song of winter....the ending lines are perfection and sing to me too!Donna@LivingFromHappiness
I think I just saw Old Man Winter smile. ♥
Oh those closing lines are perfection.......a wonderful poem, Sumana.
May your scorched heart be nurtured by a gentle and kind winter!
Your winter is so different from our winters.. I think I would love a little bit of your warmth.. a lovely sonnet.
Really like those final lines, they caught me unaware,Elizabeth
Such a great piece! I especially like that opening line... Cheers is such a nice way to start.
What a delightful poem about the inevitability of changing seasons. It reminded me of the poem by Ralph Hodgeson, "Time you old gypsy man will you not stay".
Such beautiful imagery - i especially like the chrysanthemum smile :)
Toasty heart, indeed!
This is a lovely, eloquent sonnet, with wonderful images cascading throughout. The closing two lines are just beautiful. A moving piece.
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