[Sparx]

When winter wakes...



During the year's final chapter, he comes
out from beneath the sky's knitted garment.
He grabs the clouds by their scarred hands and rides
through earth's tattered body, painting her white.

While the year is dying, he strolls the streets,
dancing to the tempo of the wind's breeze
while the trees throw their leaves towards the ground,
hoping he will find them and spread their leaves.

When the year dies away, nature shall call
his name and he flies back into the sky,
leaving behind the earth he had painted
to sleep until he is ready to wake.

[Phoenix]

Good! Interesting interpretation on winter and great visual pictures through the writing. (I can't remember exactly what that is called...) There are no spelling or grammatical errors, so good job on that as well.

[Syrah]

This reminds me of an old style of poetry that isn't much recreated (that I have found). It is thoroughly enjoyable.