Chrysanthemum under a Falling Snow

I was creeping about reading this again lol SO freakin awesome!

I Freaking love you Syrup, ugh everytime I read this i just zone out!

WHOOOOOOOTTTT Syrup!.....you are the queen of nature poems.....this is such an awesome write, i always love your word choice because you have this way of writing using hard and soft words, kinda like a natural balance within the poem...that mixed with beautiful metaphors always makes what you write stand out next to other nature pieces.

I always love it when you write about snow, because of how it is the extreme of winter, how it can be harsh and unforgiving, but also how it can be wondrous and beautiful.

** My only minor critique is the word "closests" should this be closes? ...but i haven't had my coffee yet so apologies if thats just me lol

However, when I read this, I don't just read a poem about Winter or Nature, there is something much more personal and deeper to this which i won't be commenting on other than to say you are much loved and always in my thoughts x

Wow Andrea, this holds such a rich meaning within. Agreed with out meena said. For nature lovers and nature itself winter time is "a killing" for everything around us. I do love here how you give a personality to a family of flowers here as well. You don't think about anyone else having a family, but that brings a sweet innocence to the voice of this piece. It is interesting that you used Holocaust but it does work here, because nature dies but after the storm passes nature rises again in all of its splendor and becomes beautiful. This is a great piece full of love and hope. 5/5

I was trying to picture a Chrysanthemum...and reading this piece drew me into it. I could see a little flower girl all curled up in the snow feeling lonely.

heartless ancesters
bare witness to
riches of our
bleeding petals......

^^I like the voice of the little one coming out from this verse. Yes heartless are some in a way who are destroying nature's beauty but I also see other flowers as "heartless ancestors".

They keep producing knowing they are going to be plucked and taken away while others are left to wither in the cold-like a homeless person.

All in all a touching narrative about a little flower and her mum.