The Onset of Winter

[coy]

She stands, defiant, her beauty, jarring against the impending grey.  

haunting image

The mood, desaturated, his presence, viscous, inevitable.  

She shivers, a moment of weakness; 

He cedes, then violently his vast being rages, 

ripping at her flesh 

as innocent souls, 

entranced, 

huddle against the cold onset of winter 

and watch the death of a flower.

I liked the poem. I'm not going to go line by line, a few others have already done that for you. I'm not resonating with the theme. You portray winter as something that impedes abruptly. I see the Winter as something that is achieved after a month or so of small weather transitions. Just my opinion. Nonetheless, still a good read with gripping imagery.