Hey Nick! I felt this poem as a mother to three children who are growing out of my grasp. I like how you portrayed this through the melancholy changing of the seasons with images of the ‘autumn sun’, ‘shadows falling’ and ‘winter thaw’.
Yet there’s hope as we see the ‘morning sun’ again. I agree that using shadows twice was repetitive, maybe another word can be used, but I appreciate the beauty of this poem. It touched me as a parent.
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