This untitled piece is excellent even though it is less concrete than most of your work. That may be some of the reason you are struggling with your writing. You are stretching into new areas, looking for new ways to express your place with the cosmos. Growth can feel awkward but you are rewarded.
Winter fades into the subconcious because most harsh experiences in the soul's rearview tend to be forgotten (even when they are cyclical). This post definitely is not worthless, but you seem to have had to wrestle it onto the page. I'll take more of this, ma'am.
This is a very nice piece. One that I will spend more time with in the future. I like that you touch on the four seasons here. The phrase that you turned, "Spring whispers, Promises . . . That summer will throw into song" especially caught my imagination. It's a very thoughtful piece here.
One thing that didn't seem to mesh well was the aspect of winter. There seems to be an attempt to de-emphasize it's role. There should be more balance in it's expression.