Winter's Despair

[jdeirmend]

Delicate pine,
pins and needles to touch.
Thrust; sharp edge of what This line and what follows do not work for me. What is that who avers? The sudden jump into second person is disorienting
you aver. Fragile lips
lie gently. Pins This and what follows are also difficult for me to find anything to grasp in.
and needles touch.

Headaches,
no slumber, just
hibernation of dreams.
Spring benevolence
has darkened winter cruelty,
but bleak beauty warms
under wings of gods.
I though this second stanza was much more effective, on the whole, than the first

Vibrant sundown,
the caress of golden-lilac hope.
Promise shines through vacant
stares of twilight corpses.
Angels float.
Enjoyed the stanza. Corpses seems an awkward choice.

Yellow blossom,
tender velvet feeling.
Harsh fingertips, soothing tint. This pairing is confusing.
Memories calm
as dread departs.
Ghostly souls run. Not so sure about the closing line.