Winter's Despair

[Graystar]

Delicate pine, Why is a pine tree delicate?
pins and needles to touch.
Thrust; sharp edge of what
you aver. Fragile lips
lie gently. Pins
and needles touch. Why repeat?

Headaches,
no slumber, just What is the verb in this sentence?
hibernation of dreams.
Spring benevolence
has darkened winter cruelty,
but bleak beauty warms
under wings of gods. Odd thinking Spring darkening anything but I can go with it. If Winter's Despair is possessive then it seems Spring's benevolence should be too or so it seems to me.


Vibrant sundown,
the caress of golden-lilac hope. Again needing a verb.
Promise shines through vacant
stares of twilight corpses. Do you mean copse or where did the dead bodies come from?
Angels float. Why? Where? Gods have wings and angels float? Like in water?

Yellow blossom, Needs a verb.
tender velvet feeling.
Harsh fingertips, soothing tint. Needs a verb..
Memories calm
as dread departs. Where was the dread to begin with?
Ghostly souls run. Just don't see the correlation of winged gods, floating angels and running souls.

I am sorry to seem like I'm tearing it all apart. Your poem has potential. And it intrigues me. It seems to have too many themes. Thank you.