A frosty walk.

[cidermaid]

Hi Rowens,
Had thought about parking this one for a week...but now you mentioned it I think you are right about the comma in the first stanza. Originally i had intended to have a longer pause there but with the other edits this is not now the case. Thanks for this suggestion.
Also have some accord with what you are saying about the last stanza, but i'm at a wall as to what to do with it.
My only thought was to remove "a sign" as below...but i'm not convinced that this is working either, so i'll sit on it for now I think.
Thanks for the feedback.

I’m gleaning in the orchards.
The birds have pecked
and hollowed out
the apple of my sty.
The sky above is empty,
devoid of blessings, free
of doves. Branched and bare.

I’m garnering.
Green glass, frozen shards,
With blades sharp to pierce
and prick my tender parts.
A careless contract,
I’m torn apart. A wounded
hart, bare rooted.

I’m gathering back, clinging
lichen, a healthy disposition.
Fieldfares flit and flirt. Beneath
the budding trees, a fruitful flow
that with the sun will rise
and grow. Bearing seeping sap.

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