Garden thoughts

[Majestic Sun]

Olive of an earth (Take out "an")
with smoldering red center, (Nice image!)
what does it mean
to always be growing?
The top shelf
weighing over the bottom. (I like the question before this and also the example of the rhetoric question)

Gardens avalanche (Avalanche is an awkward word, it doesn't suit this poem, , seems like a good metaphor though, perhaps say cascade than anything)
out of our arms.
Snail shells spiral 
out eternally. (Instead of out say "about" that works!)
We each keep our own labyrinth.
Knee deep in a generous world (Needs an image before world, say gorgeous earth or green earth, something like that)
seeping in its own corpses.
Every Autumn 
smells like brown bugs, (What do these brown bugs look like, are they ants, grasshoppers, what?)
and not changing
becomes its own breed of change.

Anyway this poem is interesting and has some nice poetic elements, poetic devices, I.E metaphors, similes, those things.