A tender moment captured through description. The first quatrain and the final couplet work best, suggesting both the sweetness and the brevity of such moments: "And pray that there may be..." as if something unspoken says there won't.
I wish there were more suggested in the two middle quatrains, which are devoted to well conveyed but not exceptional or gripping details. I keep looking for some connection between the scene and the situation of the couple, but not finding it.
This poem makes me wonder if poems suffer when the poet is looking at two things at once--"outer and inner weather"--but not really superimposing one on the other so that they become part of the same double exposure.
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