Hi everyone. This is my first 'creative work' to be posted on this site. I wrote this a few months ago for a creative writing course I took and would love to hear all your comments. Never really written much poetry before (more into prose and journalistic article-type stuff) so would appreciate all your criticism (good and bad!). Cheers x

She moved gently through the park, not feeling the chilled air.
Cyclist blurred past her. She was un-noticed and un-noticing.
She crunched the burnt umber leaves, shredding a forgotten autumn.
She paused to observe a single squirrel, which seemed the only living thing to see her.

The silver branches on the naked trees fanned her, making her journey that bit longer.

Smoothly, she skated the icy path, avoiding the huge frosted footprints of the passers by.

Massive figures shadowed the hardened mud.

The grotesque human shapes now forced her to continue her voyage on the grass.
Bloated blades fingered around her, her solid swirl muscling through the green.
At last, the snail came to rest on a cracked leaf, her shell leant against a long forgotten log.