d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille#23 – curl
Borjn is manning the pub and he has us ‘curled’ around the first Quadrille of 2017
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Hibernation
Leave me curled, furled
Beneath this quilt
Of many pieces
Peace increases
Breathing slows
Toes wiggle
Do not disturb
Perturb
whispered
From my lips
Fingertips hug a
Mug of warm chai
And I sigh
Leave me curled, furled
Beneath this soft thing
Until spring
rhymeswithbug 
Me thinks you disapprove of cold… lovely the sense of hibernation.
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Give me warm sunshine any day 🙂
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Beautiful and such a candid poem!
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Ah, yes. That’s just how I felt this morning…brought it all back 😌
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I am curled and furled too but enjoying the beauty of the winter season ~ Not the cold lashing wind too ~ Thanks for joining us Candy ~
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That warm mug of chai.. sounds so good right now 😀 Lovely write ❤️
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Very enticing! And lovely use of rhyme.
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Thanks much 😊
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Hmmm…sleep till Spring. I’m in.
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👍
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