The Forests in Winter

[heslopian]

I really enjoyed this poem. I suppose one could argue that you've over-egged the pudding somewhat, with the density of the pathetic fallacy (the fallacy whereby one ascribes personality to nature, i.e. the oaks in your poem standing "ever-watchful guard"), but I didn't mind too much. The poem does slip from the mind a little bit because there's not much narrative or solid landscape beyond the metaphors, but it was a hell of a lot more elegant and sweet than many faux-Romantic, self-absorbed poems that stink up the ether. Thank you for the read