Honest Critique On This Poem?

A little background;

I am a member of on of the worlds largest poetry sites, which holds contests. The contest I entered had a Autumn theme picture and certain restrictions were put upon the poets entering, one of which was we had to have at least three 'phrases' repeating in the poem. I'd be interested in the communities opinion as I am wondering whether to put this one in my new book.

~Beyond Equinox~

Golden tresses shorn

lay beneath the feet of summers passing,

sun shifts slowly towards warmth

of another horizon,

promising to return,

and we are wrapped for winters blues

beneath compressing sky,

as it drains away all colours.

We were tired as we

lay beneath the feet of summers passing,

too many attempts to fly

left our breath

promising to return.

How lethargic morning seems

as it lingers longer in slumber

beneath compressing sky,

with no thought to lights insistence

that night should be on its way.

Too many attempts to fly

left clouds resting against mountains,

dulling their sharpness

into a soft subtle melody,

while the wolf’s moon

called for the chorus to mourn

golden tresses shorn,

soon frost will bleach all temporary white

and as it drains away all colours,

we reminisce on how we

lay beneath the feet of summers passing,

promising to return.