Great, pretty poem, and it really captures and describes the indeed odd and sublime aura of winter. Twice you say "Silver like is frosted leaves" but the second says "Silver like its frosted leaves" so I'm wondering which is a mistake, unless they're meant to be different. I like this poem, it flows, it has imagery, it makes me reminisce of my own winter memories, and it has a subtle, nice selection of words. I read another poem of yours, Silent Moment, and they were similar (nothing wrong with that unless you're making too many similar poems, which you're not) but I liked this one more. For one it had a bit more length, but it was just a more appealing piece for me. It's lovely, and I'm going to read your "To Creativity" piece next.
Points: 807
Reviews: 19
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