Declutter and Butter

Diet gone to hell in a hand basket so lay on the butter while I declutter my mind, my life, my heart, my health..as the candle burns a bright blister into my eye drops against the blue walls the crow calls at my doorstep where I keep the broom to bust the dusters, the leaves they cluster this time of year when the deer drink dew frost and this week the Hawks lost. Declutter bring the butter, I jump for joy, find a lost toy in the mystery meat megacrap this place had become...time to clean up. Love fall. Love this time of year. Do I make that clear? I think so. Now if only one day I could live to see a tree covered in color..it's on my bucket list!