Poems About E E Cummings Seeking Honest Critique

it's the way you hold yourself
the words you write
in awe
in love
in moments like this
i pine

A murmuration, shape shifting, dipping, lifting
Night clouds, sliding sunset towards its roost
Faster than dawn. seems its closing form
It's golden palette soon absorbed
Into the rainbows darker hues
How quick the change indigo and blue
The chill of self reflection, lights the first star
Last notes of contentment the days orchestra
Shadows, the players that weaken and change
Descends to night, the first yawn unconstrained
Ties that eve
Its robes wrapped as darkness thieves

inspiration EE Cummings  (Summer Silence)