The imagery is so... sharp ;)
For lack of a better word, haha.
Throughout this poem, my brain sees a gradient of warm, rich tones. Though it's spring here, I can feel the cosy warmth of Autumn.
It is interesting that the title of your poem is Sharper Image, yet my silly head sees fuzzy hues, and a general feel of mulled reds and browns. Every line, to me, is a brand new colour, and with that, new symbolism.
"cornfields and coppice"
(I see coppery browns, despite the cornfields being yellow. I guess I think of the word "copper" from coppice)
before leading into bright yellows and lights. A new day begins. I see a blue sky. Not quite that super bright blue, but that sort of darker cloudless sky. I dunno, I live in the tropics, we see a different sky, perhaps.
The air is crisper.
This "critique" is so unstructured and poorly organised, I'm sorry. My mind is a cluttered mess of china plates teetering on the edge of a precipice.
Reading this calmed me down. It's nice to slow down and read, sometimes.