Last winter we loved with the blinds wide

MY first ever poem, a sonnet. I would love any feedback

Last winter we loved with the blinds wide

Open to sky, white, some stick tree tapping a beat,

Hopper's light shining from a bleach sheet; a neat

Dissection of our chances? Your hair wild,

A negative to the sky, thicker than the scape.

That trees voyeurism, naked to the streets glee

Now we -knots -spot snow spots on bricks in the city

Skin of air, sky a chalk apple, beauty's lips at my nape,

Tangled was a way to pass winter's days;

Your laugh took the fight to the winds cry!

Your smile shot the winter of Manchester.

The branch is still tapping the window pain

But you do not squabble with the winds sigh.

That same bed. A year by. Cold. Rarely I stir.

Author's Note

As this is my first poem, i'd love the most detailed analysis i can possibly get. I'll take any criticism on the chin! So please, feel free to tell me you hate it, why and which parts might be cliche or screem out amatuerish!

Thanks so much to anyone who reviews this piece, I really would love some feedback.

Reviews

[See ya]

After I find out what a Sonnett is....i will come back and give you a review.

[KAREN]

First attempt was good! I like the flow! Could feel the love being expressed as I read!!