Another test edit, to test something. How are you? It’s okay chez that woman – we had a snowstorm earlier, and I’m all warm & well-fed behind my double glazing. Best way to enjoy the snow, in my opinion.
Returning from her walk, my mother stopped
in snow to consider something ordinary,
her husband lost in thought behind the scrim
of potted plants, their out-of-season green
a tropic growing there. She shot the scene
and now he lives in that bright room, cold frame
of memory, where asterisk points of palms
refute the lie that what blooms must also die.