My Crimson Splotches

First, thanks for sharing this poem so brimming with visual imagery. Of course, when imagery is used in poetry the reader will seek a deeper meaning and strive to find an pattern that makes all of the images harmonize and convey a coherent message.

Sometimes this will result in interpretations that the poet didn’t intend. Robert Frost denied all the interpretations of his Stopping By the Woods, poem. The readers saw death in his reference to sleep, and the whole description was understood in a fashion that revolved around a trip through life.

He vehemently denied that he had any such meaning in mind when he wrote it. But one thing that we should keep in mind as poets is that we very often permit the subconscious to take over and the subconscious will indeed employ imagery based on emotion and tat imagery will have layers of meanings that we as writers are totally unaware of sometimes. That having been said, here is how understood the poem.

There is the mention of winter and coldness. The dreadful sound of guns. The heat of a thousand suns. The mention of death. The burning West and the cries of young ones. The blood-red-tinged ice, dusted with mold, bone.

Based on those images some readers might conclude that this is a post-nuclear war scenario. The nuclear blasts are like the heat of the sun and that heat does shrivel whatever vegetation is in its way. A numbing nuclear winter is predicted to ensue after such a war. Much suffering and crying will be heard.

The West as the part of the world harboring such nuclear weapons is usually imagined as a prime participant.

The reference to accepting the vegetation’s dying and comparing it to the necessary death of autumn leaves might be understood as offering hope of re-emergence of civilization after such a nuclear Winter and holocaust. But the suggestion that we see beauty in such a devastation rings hollow. The mention of doves, a symbol of peace, from the burning west indicates that the war is over. Now there will be no longer further reason for the screams of innocent children who are always the victims of foolish decisions made by the adult world. Such children learn to stifle their cries because they soon realize that crying will not change reality. In time their wisdon gained from that experience will be heard.

Now for the structure of the poem itself. Its rhyme scheme is aabb ccdd ffgg hhii with four beats per line of iambic meter. You did an excellent job of remaining true to the rhyme scheme and meter.

The spell checker suggested changing windchime to wind-chime.
The following article seems to confirm that spelling.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wind_chime

Hullo lolosboing! Cat here to review this cute little poem! Okay then, here we go!

First, let's go through your poem together:

Right off the bat, the title is rather interesting. ‘My Crimson Splotches’. I like it.
I can appraise how in the second stanza it says

'Know not the dreadful sound of guns,
Nor the heat of a thousand suns.’

It’s very interesting, I’ve never heard that before.

However, I noticed a few grammar mistakes. Nothing to big. Just thought you might wanna know. I really do like this.