The Florence midday
Pierces my hide
From the frost-tinted dusk
The cold and jealous
Afflictions of home

A steady bloom
Spans throughout me
From the silent fringes of my bones
Hastily assembled
Into a brash and unified thrust

Daylight’s zenith blares
Blazing through the halls
Of my quaint abode

Among lonely hills
Ever watchful of the civilized
I am loyal to solitude
Safe and secluded
From panic’s maddening reach