I'm not that happy with it. I know the whole nature poetry is the most cliche thing you can do but I wrote this when I was locked up, so you can understand why I was obsessed with outside. The rhyme is scheme juvenile, but whatever. Feedback. Eyes that felt like winter hold promises of spring Lifted me from darkened states where echos softly ring She's there just like an autumn breeze felt, but never touched Rustling leaves and wind chimes Never tell too much Silver skies and bitter cold for better or worse make way for spring and summer showers Scents of rain and Earth
Perhaps more specific images- instead of using the general "winter" give specific details e.g. "eyes like winter icicles dripping into a rusty drain'' give concrete images tht draw the reader in to your experiences...
