Hibernation

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