On Frost

[Richard]

Hey Deanna,
You start with a decent enough image, winter. However, my biggest suggestions would be to expand on your images more and worry less about rhyming. I'll go into more detail below:

I stopped a while to catch my breath
The air was cold, the hour late
I could not see the woods for trees,
The snow piled up so splendidly. -What made the snow look so splendid? You could add a whole other stanza going into detail about this.

O pretty view, O lovely show, -Again, what made this so pretty?
of falling, melting, frozen rain
and then again, I asked, is this 
The way to go?

I saw no road, I saw the dark
I saw the roots swell from the ground,
A twisted bone, the snapping sound -Maybe just "snap" instead of "snapping sound"? I feel like "sound" is just used to make a rhyme.
Of cruel and sudden injury.

The ants and owl, the deer, the moss
the white and crystal fingerprints -The image of a "white and crystal fingerprints" needs to expanded upon. Why are they "skillfully made"?
of nature are skilfully made
To get us lost in labyrinths.

I hope I wasn't too harsh here, and I look forward to seeing where you take this piece from here.

Thanks for the read,
Richard