Waiting for Spring

[John Galt]

Waiting for Spring

Across the snow marshes
behind my home, soft clouds
gray and fuzzy, blue illusions
structure the edges as a lone hawk
dips and circles its mating dance

I like the use of "across" rather than "above" it lends a sense of perspective to the scene.
The modifier "soft" does not fit for me with "gray and fuzzy" If I had to associate it with a colour it would be white in the context it is used.
It is hard to think what "structured edges" to a cloud are, by their very nature I see them as the opposite.

Ah, this slow pace system
of systems, whirling and turning
northern expectations like March kites—
it’s about all that rational humans
can stand as we wait patiently
for grasshopper men to drive through
the warm blades of summer

Ah, this slow pace system
of systems, Time is an illusion of humans in this context I always think.

The sun sets stronger, reining
over a weakening, bleak wind;
geese are reappearing in sky V’s;
first it was snowing, and now it’s not—
yet, I can’t find the moment it stopped

The modifier "bleak" seems superfluous.
Sky V's is cliche or this reader.

Thank you 71 degrees. JG