I thought I'd commented on this yesterday, Syl, but on returning I find I haven't - so here goes!
A beautiful poem Syl and knowing who it's about I find it most moving.
Warm Coverlet
Snowflakes float in all directions: fragile, hapless crystals borne by chancy breezes less stable than hearts' in bloom.
A lovely 1st stanza that sets the scene
Giddy water molecules transformed into hexagons, or other symmetrical shapes, ascending, or descending, flippant like Chaos’ unrelenting hazard.
I think I might condense the beginning lines into
Giddy water molecules transformed into symmetrical shapes
One heart beats erratically, attuned to nature’s dance, from a lofty metal bed. Quilted and pillowed, eyes unfocused, gazing at gauzy air.
It's at this point I see a hospital bed?
This heart is not hampered by diffident frozen droplets, a myriad of them tracing patterns on steamy window panes, cautioning those languid eyes.
Soothing, salty tears shed by an exiled mind on white cotton robes in harsh winter's clime…
Do you need ... at the end?
Will snow keep this heart cozy, under a geometric patchwork stitched by chuckling old ladies?
God’s creatures lie dormant beneath snow’s warm coverlet.
Thought provoking ending. I've not much to offer, but this is well written. Great to read you again
Hugs Eira
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