I Wait.

[addy]

Dying angels in autumn leaves, The phrasing makes this image a little vague?
dance dark pirouettes.

The smell of earthy musk loiters,
like the ghost of breath.

Crippled in a stark naked crowd
my twisted oak is bared. Interesting image of being exposed

Summer, fickle summer has left.
I shall sulk for its warmth, Elegant use of "sulk" here

but first face the wicked winter.

A simple, effective mood piece. Nicely done.