by SinfulSexPot
I like this quiet moment of levelling the soul and taking note of the beauty around us.
Taking stock.
Deep breaths. Be Strong. Good Luck
I like this, SinfulSexPot; the way the changing seasons contribute to meaning. Most readers think of winter metaphorically as death, but here you add a nice twist to it, something sorely missing in most expressions of modern art.
A couple of suggestions: too many "ing's" give the impression the poet has opted for an easier way, rather than stretch the language with more imagination.
"'T'is" feels antiquated. It stands out too much and draws attention away from the essence of the poem when "It's" would do just as well.
I look forward to reading more of your work.