A shining golden circle, slowly sinking low,
behind the tall ice capped mountain peaks.
Its amber rays reflecting off perfect white snow.
Copper beams streak across the darkening sky,
closely followed by pink and orange streams,
as the light of day starts to dim and die.
A cold breeze blows over a frozen lake,
tossing flecks of silver snow into the air.
The ice shimmers in the suns departing wake.
The twisting shadows gradually stretch longer.
The scattered clouds like dying coals from an old fire.
The dark and bitter cold slowly grows stronger.
This is so beautiful that it almost brought a tear to my eye by the end of it. My favorite, favorite part was the last stanza. It, in my opinion, was the highlight of the poem. It just feels so deep and it's so descriptive, too! 
You do colour really well, too. It's so neat and descriptive.... So beautiful. I can see everything clearly! That shows signs of a great poem! This is fantastic. Keep it up and never stop! I must read more.
Hello! 
Great imagery on this one! I think your poems express your 'imagery' skill the most. I haven't said this before on any other reviews, but just because I say anything you could correct about this (unless it's a typo or something) doesn't mean you have to do this. 
Most of the "stuff" I say is just me bouncing random ideas off of the large cavernous walls of my brain. You're the writer - so when it comes to things like writing style, and story line, it's kind of your choice! Anyway, here's my review!
A shining, golden circle slowly sinking low,
Its amber rays reflecting off the perfect white snow.
)Such awesome imagery!!! Winter is definitely my favorite season to write about. "The ice shimmers in the suns departing wake" creates such a beautiful image in my eyes. I also loved "as the light of day starts to dim and die". It's fun to see how people write about the transition from night to day , or from day to night because there are so many different ways to do so. You make the cold sound beautiful by talking about shimmering ice, and also bitter by talking about its darkness. Loved this poem. Keep writing ! 
Alright. Well. Poetry. Not my thing, but yours was good for what it is.
I liked how your poem was imagery, that seemed (To me) the be pure and undiluted by deeper meanings and pretentiousness. It's refreshing.
A cold breeze blows over a frozen lake,
The ice shimmers in the suns departing wake.
Hello! I'm here to do a review!
Your poem is so great! I love the imagery and the descriptive words and phrases you used.
I especially love the line where it says
Its amber rays reflecting off the perfect white snow.
I love this because I immediately imagine the classic movie scene where the snow licks up little flecks of snow off of the frozen lake. I think there was a scene like this in the Polar Express. It makes me imagine Christmas as well. It's interesting because even though you would feel cold there, the warm feelings of Christmas would give me hope.A cold breeze blows over a frozen lake,
tossing flecks of silver snow into the air.
This part I like, but I feel like the saying they are red would contradict the fact that light is moving away from the scene. I like how you usedThe scattered clouds like red coals from a dying fire
though. I think you could say "The scattered clouds like dying embers in an old fire." or something along those lines.from a dying fire
Hi felistia
I read your poem and i thought it was good.I liked the contrast between the light and then making it go into a wintery night
The scattered clouds like red coals from a dying fire
The dark and bitter cold slowly grows stronger.]
A shining, golden circle slowly sinking low,
closely followed by pink and orange streams,
The twisting shadows gradually stretch longer.
The scattered clouds like red coals from a dying fire
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