Bus Stop

[Wjames]

Darker
than the iris This is a solid opening.
February spoke
in knots ‘round the night. I'm not sure what speaking in knots around the night means and it isn't tangible enough to make me feel something either. It should provide at least one of the two (meaning or feeling).

Snowflakes fall
into the arms of a street light
becoming fluorescent and orange
becoming embers I don't know if you need "becoming" twice, could cut this one.
for a moment.

The metal bodies
of buses and cars
cackle, burn oil
and pass. I like this, it is simple and real.

Cold cheek of the year turning, The beginning of this line and the preceeding stanza seem a little disjointed - maybe could connect them by adding something like "turning in the exhaust"? 
soon, soon, all feet will be washed The end is a little underwhelming to me - weaker than the previous stanza, although I always struggle with endings in poems.

Thanks for sharing - to me, the middle two stanzas are the heart of the poem, images of a bus stop at night that evoke feeling, I want more of that.