It's always a pleasure to review one of your poems, Sora. This is a lovely little vignette. The sense of desolation and abandonment is palpable. This house, whatever relation it has to the narrator feels at once familiar and also alien and sad. Nice job. 

That would definitely make sense given the winter metaphor and the fruits shriveling up, as fruits represent fertility and sexual vibrancy.

I've got a woman in mind because of the plants, which is biased, I know. And then I go back to the armchair and think man, and I associate mahogany with Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games, so again, woman. Maybe a couple lives there and they desperately need a divorce, but they don't speak to each other for some reason.

Oh I love this. Just by describing a house, you can still tell what kind of person might live there. My only qualm is the constant stops with the punctuation, but I guess that ties in with the cold theme so maybe I should just go sit down.

This poem really communicates the stillness and the quiet of an undisturbed winter day, especially through the vivid imagery. The idea of the abandonedness adds a great feel of inevitability. Amazing work.

Hey, I love the piece (the first line is killer), but I don't the L3 communicates anything new and the repetition didn't have that ineffable lovable sound to it that I feel it would need otherwise. I think just axing that line will improve the overall quality of the piece. 

Also, capitalizing both Arctic and Winter kind of feels like its splitting one character in two , but I'm not sure why. 

It is Winter in this house,  
silent as the Arctic steppe.  
It is Winter for  
the leather armchair,  
glazed with frost;  
the mahogany table,  
stiff as an icepick;  
the pale green houseplants,  
curled into icy bulbs;  
the fruits, petrified, wilting.  


[1](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6ccmfy/mister_window/dhupmg7/)

[2](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/6cf4ur/2225/dhupf9o/)

It is Winter in this House