1-affwannabe

IN BUTTER

I move about
stomping erratic
trying yet
to do so Legato
Hiding my shivering
from the damp cold
that’s come
I seem harsh
to Lesser Knowns

I cope
wrapping myself
in Butter color
Sure that, although
the sun is close
Chilling it works
much better
as in cooking
when I’m mixing
with elements Folk
and so
like the insignificant
orb I cling to
as it spins around
it’s lifesource
I demure
lean away
from harsher warmth
For a season
of Hibernation
meant to rest
my fragile form

c2012 GC Cameron
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