[[grey, white, black
see how a swirl of lace,
bright against the sky,
spirals down to a cloaked ground,
where it loses its brilliance
when the multitude
of other snowflakes
glitter against it.]]]
Multitude is a word here that I do not like. The sound of it disrupts flow, as your words are mostly composed of sorter letters, soft spoke syllables and this one's harsh -- maybe myriad of other snowflakes, or another word for "a lot" would work better here, dear.fingers become
entangled in the
trap of a fine
winter day, as
the preying
temperature
takes its toll
I don't like entangled or preyed here -- I see the meaning of both, yes, but I don't like the way either sounds. Preying sounds like it would be a direct attack, when I think a more adequate word to use would describe a general atmosphere.
taste
the mug of
something hot,
something brown,
something good,
something sweet;
your walk
has been long.
the steam
blends
with your breath;
it is winter, after all
the mug of something hot, something brown, something good, something sweet;It takes away from the poem in my opinion,
and here, fingers become
entwined in the
snare of a fine
winter day, as
the preying
temperature
takes its toll