What Of

[L Oquence]

On this rock hard earth in the hell of winter - Rock hard earth here feels a bit TOO descriptive, too powerful, i'd alter it.

In this rice white scenery with a flourishing blizzard - this is better. i'd drop "rice" however, doesn't add anything much for me.
In this light
In her sight - these feel disconnected to the last two lines

What of love when it harbors mistakes
What of this feeling when it defines ones fate
I know of love as I know of my past
I know that with each moment another has passed
Perhaps if autumn had been longer these moments could have lasted
the last lines syllable count feels excessively wordy compared to the rest and abruptly stops the flow of the poem here., there isn't really anything that tells me what you're talking about. it feels vague. like any old relationship

What of love when life is short
What of a home if one locks the door
I know of love just as I know of this house
I know each corridor better than I know my spouse
Perhaps this is why I find myself locked out

this paints a better picture and each word is less vague, however the first line isn't needed in this stanza.

The way she loves actually fixes people
With the way she loves one has no urge to speak of evil,
no patience to hear of evil,
no focus to see of evil
this does what I want from you. describes. I can imagine how this person would love.
The way I love actually frees people
With the way I love one has no regrets to plead before death
No needs, no wants
Satisfied, satiated, and certain
My love slowly but surely draws the curtain
I give a standing ovation each time as my love fades behind enemy lines

this gives the poem an almost sexual feel.. however the curtain call lines being interpreted as orgasm are a bit generic.

With applause still high I now wonder,
If I loved her and she loved me,
Why couldn't her love fix my love's fragility
What of love if it couldn't spare her from a beautiful tragedy

These lines feel a bit off. I can't really describe it but something about them feels "meh" just a bit too whiny I guess.

On this ice soaked pavement during the birth of spring
In this biracial season where browns form greens
In this night
At her site
I revel in our love.
I like these lines, they serve a purpose and end the poem stronger than it started

overall, this is a decent first draft, and it could be edited into something superb