Criticism?

So...@ComradeRuhi is this how you're supposed to do it? (ask for criticism?) is it in this section? please do tell if i'm doing it correctly 😅

Anyways, my poem:

Nature’s thoughts

December mist, wisps of butterfly frost

flutters down on trunks and bridges, a decried

chrysanthemum once sun-kissed, golden brown, 

left bruised, marred on its core; once, in a moment of time. 

The wild bear’s hibernating on the clear pathway,

not giving a sign of a groan or a stifled roar. 

Lilies and hyacinths stand still kissed by pellets

of glistening snowflakes, with army ants going down

the log, lodging, carrying scarce morsels of rotten apple. 

In the morning air before birds can be heard chirping,

the pack of disheveled wolves come slivering with 

serrated teeth ravishing the scent of curdled blood. 

The sky’s murky and gray, like unkempt swamp water

with planktons and bluegills gliding below in pairs

on river streams full of half squashed plastic cans. 

Day in and day out, in waning sun and luminescent stars,

the uttered thought of nature wakes in different sounds

of howls and wisps, in whispers and unfettered thoughts,

in arctic poles and sahara deserts; once, in a moment of time.