The doe in the cornfield is pure against the darker skies,
The snow covers the fields in a blanket of gorgeous innocence,
The mist hangs over as a shadow of symmetry,
The doe in the cornfield is as powerful as the dawn, as weak as the night and as inspiring as the morn.
The doe is as shocking as a nightmare and tender as a dream
For the scene is forever silent, constantly uncorrupted,
The doe in the cornfield is the mother of life,
The beauty is everlasting in this eternal winter.
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There is some very strong imagery in this poem, I particularly like 'gorgeous innocence' and the alliteration of 'shadow of symmetry'. The juxtaposition of 'shocking as a nightmare and tender as a dream' is also very effective. You write blank verse particularly well, but I'd love to see some experiments with metre and rhyme.
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