Mourning Glory

[Richard]

Hey Cat,
I like the image of the flower growing alone and then eventually being destroyed by nature. I think this image works because it is so wide open to interpretation. My biggest suggestion would have to do with some of your word choices, but I'll go into more detail below:

As the light breaks through the mountain ridges,
it touches upon pastures and cobblestone bridges.
On top of the summit, tall it would tower, -This line sounds awkward because you're trying to make a rhyme.
there where once bloomed a lovely flower.
 
He had no kin of his own, for those were with the trees down below. -I find it intriguing that you made the flower a "he". This is interesting because flowers are traditionally considered a symbol for femininity. I just wish that you did a bit more with this idea.
Solely accompanied by the light, wind, and the snow.
The light didn’t engage in conversation and was rather taciturn,
save it for a morning greeting, and a moonlit return. -I found that the last two lines in this stanza made the light sound cold. Was that your intention?
 
The snow would often mutter and grind,
but unlike the trees would think, he was warm and kind. -I'm assuming the "he" is the flower again. How can a flower be kind? Or how can a flower be kind to the snow? I feel like this idea needs to be explored more.
The most loquacious of them all, was without a doubt the wind;
which told stories so wild, the flower couldn’t have ever imagined.
 
Thus their lives were composed of tranquility and bliss,
until one day however, something was quite amiss.-The word "something" is a bit vague. I would suggest using a different word.
When the snow croaked out a response to which the wind did not take heart. -I am a bit confused here. What is the snow responding to? The tranquility? The wild stories? This needs to be clarified.
Enraged, he stormed so strong it could sunder even the trees below apart.
 
In response the snow started to rumble and tear, -Is the repetition of "response" intentional? I don't quite understand its importance.
the avalanche dragging the flower down, in utter despair. -I think that "utter despair" is a bit clichéd, but others might disagree. I would suggest saying it differently.
After the wind bore witness to the passing of her friend,
Tears of bitter grief would violently descend.
 
The rain would melt the snow, and the clouds would block out the light;
a thundering roar would erupt as a result of her now lonesome fright. -I like the image here. I think it would sound stronger though if you said "loneliness" instead of "now lonesome fright".

There in the mountains, where the wind still howls out in search: -Why is the wind searching for the flower? Doesn't it know the flower is dead?
"Dear trees, have you perhaps seen my flower, and what of the snow?"
"I think the flower got lost in that fateful storm, said the birch."
"And your other friend", spoke the oak, "was drowned in your sorrow".                                (i know this line is a bit quirky)
 
The wind could not help but continue to grief,
but fortunately the light was there to console and relief.-Based on the description of the light back in the second stanza, I don't know how it will offer much consoling. 
As the light pierced through her clouds on the mountain ridges,
Upon those now distant pastures and cobblestone bridges. -Stylistically, I like the repetition of these images. I just don't see the significance of the cobblestone bridges. I could be missing something though. It wouldn't be the first time.

Overall, I think you have some nice images and examples of personification in this poem. You just need to strengthen your wording, so the narrative is more effective.

Keep writing,
Richard