More delicate than words
and worlds, and just a breath too far
from where I huddle underneath the heavy wool
that scratches me awake.

This whole segment is beautiful. The segment about the hills' green was also beautiful. It seems your poems shine brightest when they are about longing, about the almost-was, and never-been.

A good theme to write about. We've all felt it. So it feels familiar, yet different. As I said, almost-was, and never-been, the distance between the poet and the reader.