Millstone

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Short lines?

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings
our season of bane;
warm climate memoirs
etch in the hoarfrost.
The moon looks unadorned
through thick-frosted panes,
it’s fading countenance
and majesty lost.

Hills glint like scissors;
scalpels of disdain,
as the quaint countryside
gows ice embossed.
Flesh is uprising
against icy chains;
patience held captive
in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting
of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how extreme
her accost.
Let’s commune with anguish
in pleasure’s refrain
until the goddess
surrenders defrost.

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Long lines?

Millstone

Winter’s Albatross wings our season of bane;
warm climate memoirs etch in the hoarfrost.
The moon looks unadorned through thick-frosted panes,
it’s fading countenance and majesty lost.

Hills glint like scissors; scalpels of disdain,
as the quaint countryside grows ice embossed.
Flesh is uprising against icy chains;
patience held captive in Autumn’s exhaust.

We suffer the sting of Demeter’s ordain
regardless of how extreme her accost.
Let’s commune with anguish in pleasure’s refrain
until the goddess surrenders defrost.

Great work! I'm a fan of the short lines myself. Really nit picking here but "Flesh is uprising against..." might be better as "Flesh rises up against..."