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Morning waves of rolling snow 
Create a quilt of gentle silk 
To bury flaws and prideful souls 
Below a layered shroud of white. 
When breaths of wind briefly arise 
Cradled stars depress and fly 
As the ebb and flow of sealess tides. 

Footprints entumbed as waning moons 
Compose a tune of come-and-go 
Leading the brave to a soon beating grave 
Where combersome eyes will sorely find 
A delicate snow-angel 
Sinking in repose 
Surrendering to time. 

Sleeping in a frozen dream 
A tepid haven holds her close 
As wings lay melting in the light 
of a beautiful sun-halo 
Opening streams of golden rapture; 
Ready to embrace 
This cherub's thawing face 
In a winter evaporation.

Corrine Anderson's questions:

How can I improve this?

What is good about it?

What is wrong with it?

I could use some constructive criticism.

Thanks for your time.

I am a 21 year old college student with a passion for writing, though it is not my area of study.  I usually write for my own benefit, but would like to improve.  I have never taken a creative writing class, so I don't really know what I am doing, but know how I feel.  If I could recieve some guidance, or feedback, I would really appreciate it.