Visitor From Cold Heaven

[Malu]

Visitor from cold heaven, must be, if hell is hot
Silence frequents these woods.
Slowly creeping through the creek-bed good
and hiding in the needles on the spruce branches needles used to describe that, mhmm spruce needles pine needles, I guess that's what you call them for these trees instead of leaves. But I think this could be worded better
that spasm in moving air, she haunts. hiding in needles, to spasming in moving air. Not very hidden if she's spasming

Cool, clouded sunlight brings her today good
to tread among the wilted ferns.
Rapturing for a moment even the sparrows and squirrels,
who should be rooting in the crumpled leaves for nuts
and seeds before winter,
she passes gently through the nearby shoots. I liked this stanza

Then, approaching with an otherworldly smile, Makes sense since she seems to be a ghost/spirit of some sort
she touches me, How does this touch feel? Expand
sweetly dissolving every burden from my mind:
every repulsion, delusion, Like?
and drive for worldly gain
replacing with utter stillness.

I like the first two sections, not overly thrilled with the third. It says what I'm trying to get across, but I don't think it says it well. Any advice is much appreciated.

I liked this overall, the imagery was nice. I think you could expand on a few things to get your point across in a better way. Hope this helps