Autumn in an Oaken Dell

Ooh cool imagery here. Review for ya. I don't read the other reviews and comments so my apologies if I repeat anything.

First off, I really like this poem. It really is beautifully written and it's cool that you commemorated the seasons. (Fall and early winter.) I especially liked the line about the open square caressed by the tender breeze. That was amazing; I a could actually imagine exactly what u were talking about. I'd say the thing I like best about this work however is your use of figurative language and your description of the natural beauty you wanted to depict. This is one of the poems where every reader is given an opportunity to form their own mental picture of the scene. Fantastic job.

Now, there was one thing I was a little confused about. That was the little dash marks before some of the lines. Were u trying to form new stanzas?? If so, I think simply putting some space before each new one like is usually done would have served u well. But overall, it's a minor issue. Just me being OCD hahaha. Good poem here nice job!!

-GL24

You've stunned me once again, Stormsy! What a beautiful poem. I could picture everything so clearly, and thought the imagery was perfect. I love how you depict the change from late autumn to early winter, and also the liveliness of the oak through personification. Absolutely beautiful, kiddo. Haha Keep at it; your poetry is improving! Talk to ya later. -Jack

That is a beautiful peom, AftertheStorm.
Timmyjake here and I will try to give you a review as best I can.
First question. Are those - signifying that it is the beginning of a new sentence?
Your first stanza is a great opener:

-Down nearby the wandering brook

stoops an arbor of trees

which opens way to a clearing square,

kissed, caressed by a tender breeze.

But the fourth line seems to be missing something. It doesn't flow like the others. Maybe "kissed and caressed by a tender breeze?"

-And inside this November glade,

wrapped in secrecy

that’s robed in gilt and hues of green,

stands the trunk of an oaken tree.

I like this one a lot, except for the word "that" in the third stanza doesn't sound right. I've been trying to come up with an example, but I can't seem to. So I will just leave it blank. Maybe just leave out the word "that?"

-She rises above the woodland floor,

shadowing each rock and root,

and sways her great arms abroad

protecting bush and greenling shoot

This one kind of says what she does. She is a protector, protecting the little ones in her forest. This one seems... I don't know... Here, I'll do my best to operate on it.
Maybe, "and shadows each rock and root, swaying her great arms abroad, protecting bush and greenling shoot..."

-As woodland stars do idle fall,

the ancient oak laments her loss

but smiles upon the red and gold,

adorning all tree crowns across.

This one I especially like. The oak has lost her leaves for the winter and is lamenting her colors. I can find no fault with this one. Its very nice.

Down beside the meandering stream

bends an arbor of barren trees

whose russet limbs to dell doth lead,

now left gaunt by the bitter breeze.

I like how you are adding in old English into your poem. It sounds great that way! What a great ending, too. It is really smooth, says what just happened. The transition from summer to winter. "Now left gaunt by the bitter breeze?" Bitter as in cold? That's my guess.
All in all, an awesome poem. Way better than I could do! Do another one soon!