Casualties of Cold

Casualties of Cold

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Cyclamen, purple headed reduced to mush)

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butterfly flowers
shielded from sharpest of winds
perish in their beds

even the hardy
succumb to the savage bite
of winter night-frosts

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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When the hardy were perishing, those tender flowers didn't stand a chance. Yet, we always hope they will. This poem speaks to me of a very harsh and biting winter. One that has no place in it for fragile softness or colour. I feel the heartbreak in your words. We all wait eagerly for the winter to end.....Beautiful Haikus, dear Chris!

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you DIVYA. I lost all my cyclamen plants on my deck table which is normally fairly protected o.. read more
Ayvid N

1 Year Ago

I know the heartbreak of a much loved plant, dear Chris. Lost three of my precious Christmas trees i.. read more



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nice .. Haiku and Senryu are favorite forms for many, i am sure ... well done .. love the cycle of life that is so callously interrupts and destroys such a fragile exquisite flower ... really like and enjoyed reading your two haiku .. thanks for sharing!
E.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks Mr E. The harsh winter conditions this year have played havoc in my garden. Losing plants tha.. read more
We are all mortal and subject to injury or death under extreme forces. We all have our seasons and need to be able to surrender and accept nature. Beauty doe not last forever, except internally and in thought. Deep and beautiful.

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thank yous for another thoughtful and encouraging review Soren. The garden has suffered.
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Soren

1 Year Ago

It will raise again.
Wow… the Ice age is making it’s debut as . Debussy plays the Blues. My tears are Ice-cycles on rosy cheeks. The Winter chill is still as Bumble Bees sleep until Spring appears. gently, Pat

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Yes dear Pat, this winter has been one I will remember for the losses in my garden. Consecutive sub .. read more
When the hardy were perishing, those tender flowers didn't stand a chance. Yet, we always hope they will. This poem speaks to me of a very harsh and biting winter. One that has no place in it for fragile softness or colour. I feel the heartbreak in your words. We all wait eagerly for the winter to end.....Beautiful Haikus, dear Chris!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you DIVYA. I lost all my cyclamen plants on my deck table which is normally fairly protected o.. read more
Ayvid N

1 Year Ago

I know the heartbreak of a much loved plant, dear Chris. Lost three of my precious Christmas trees i.. read more
Chris , I’ve had Hyperthermia six times trying to do winter gardening , so this poem hit home
Lovely write. ,

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I have not ventured in the garden for more than a few minutes at a time. We forget how much damage t.. read more
Brrr--I can feel the cold. Nice and sweet short poem. Enjoyed reading it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Two haiku here Joanne. One of the forms I enjoy. Thank you for another visit.

Chris
We had a late Winter. Rose bloomed in early December. Winter came and the garden is quiet. I yearn for a warm Spring day dear Chris. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote. The garden is void of colour. I too look forward to a spring day. Winter is not my.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Winter isn't my favorite either dear Chris and you are welcome.
Yes, the World and Winter is sometimes brutal.
Your chilling good right inspired me to google butterfly flowers ...Bauhinia monandra, right? pink purple-streaked flowers. ...or, maybe I'm digging too deep :)haha

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Cyclamen petals resemble butterflies. Nothing more than that :) Yep you did more digging this time t.. read more
Freezing the dozens is what winter came to do
turning the greens into something out of hue.
The gardens are dying, waiting for resurrection
hoping that someday, their savior (sun) would show up.

People hide themselves behind the doors,
with the fear of what that snowy storm could do.
They'll rather stay at home all day long
than getting frozen or getting knocked off.

Streets are suffering and nothing seemed untouched.
Animals are freezing and houses are getting blownn off.
Everyone and everything couldn't wait for it to end quickly.
Even now, the atmosphere itself couldn't stop screaming.

Thanks for sharing this, Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Kay, many thanks for your beautiful poetical response. Really appreciate your visit.
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Wonderfully written in such a exceptional way ;-]

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Weeping willow. Happy new year to you. All the very best.

Chris

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Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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