by AnonAndAnon
Your sensitive and imaginative images could not be ignored. I feel that you could have polished the poem some more to make it more cohesive. I am waiting for more.
Imagery that resonates so well when freezing one's butt off in frigid Arctic cold.
ah gentle winter, come and cover us with your dark promise of sleep and an eventual spring; whisper the wind around us and pass as ominous and inexplicable as a cloud. So seasons and seeds pass as we are only bystanders planted in our lonely little plots.
I have mixed feelings about the first stanza, it is a great counterpoint but a lousy lead-in.