Janus

[BenjaminShaw]

Teak wood flowers, snow drops Nice opening, brings the reader right in.
cluster on every branch,
small fragrant ones; I like your use of the semi-colon... I use it similarly.
a blizzard without a warning
on a November morning,
it’s as if winter set in early.
You decide to leave,
crocheted leaves exhale
winter and leave shadows;
a white haze on the hills.
I sing a lone song A little reminiscent of Whitman here... but with your own meter... I do think that the word song may be a little much for the atmosphere of this poem. Song has a sort of triumphant, loud and bold ring to it... but then again it is a lone song which may cancel it all out.
a red whiskered bulbul
flies out to sunshine
and the leaves rustle.

Good poem-- short sweet and evoking some nice imagery.