Warm Coverlet
Snowflakes float in all directions: fragile, hapless crystals borne by chancy breezes less stable than hearts' in bloom.
Giddy water molecules transformed into hexagons, or other symmetrical shapes, ascending, or descending, flippant like Chaos’ unrelenting hazard.
One heart beats erratically, attuned to nature’s dance, from a lofty metal bed. Quilted and pillowed, eyes unfocused, gazing at gauzy air.
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…
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.
By Psyche, Bariloche, Argentina. 2016
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
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