"but then i remember,
cold, dark, December,
trying to find,
faces in the sky,
what is this and who am i?"
I thought that stanza was utterly brilliant! the description (although December is summer for me :-P) is of beauty, and does add a lot to the affect of this poem.
On a furthur note:
YAY! You put another poem up! Glad to see you back in the posting.
Keep on posting these poems! They'll keep being read :D