Palliative Consumption: In Thanksgiving Praise

The concocting of connote
Is robust and afloat

It speaks easy in gloat
and runs far from the mote.

It is a hint of a coat.
but away from the kin.

The winter is winning
And the kids are right in.

With cold running fluid.
And a delicate flank.

It remits the outspoken
And keeps the grace going.


But fond and undoing....

It could use nothing at all
and reach ever wider,
With the weather in all.

He's sly as a fox
but brash like a spider.
She floats and is lighter,
Than kites in a fighter.

Cooling; chastising matter.

The rumble of a flame.
The game of theory is quite nearly innane.

It perceives in placation
and rises for angst.

When winter is done.
It provides summer with thanks!