Cheeky Missy

A Bit of Mischief for \"Flavour\"?!

There\'s the gleeful thought which began this, and the check in my spirit halfway through, and what\'s left to add?

Alas, I\'m Having TOO Much Fun?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCVIII)

Fun. Die of boredom, or else throw from thence

A private party like the lone detail

Is an indulgence just\'fied? To avail

Me, far from home and ease, is what fr\'intents?

Oh, but tis fun. Not petit fours, yet hence

Half like it, fresh hot cocoa likeas bail,

The \"travel\" paring knife and Zesta, frail

As aught excuse, tis somewhat like defense.

Av\'cado on a cracker, salted too,

And we are rolling. Take some notes fer

Poster\'ty is\'t? to ill\'strate all unto

Just whom? And scribble down the féte in tour

Like that is grand, to find the spirit\'s poor.

I may rejoice, but LORD, how I need You.

20Jan25a

Cite the subzero temperatures and even snow, but I swear, the light is Spring\'s dear eye.

Oh, But I Can Breathe Once Again

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCIX)

It was ne faux joy: Spring eyes aught detail

With knowing light, til hope winks with a sense

T\'will not be long ere life rejoices thence

In its fresh lease, who waited but t\'avail

These long and dreary months we\'d oft bewail,

To once again waltz from each bough, and fence

The hours with singing from aught limb, keen scents

In tow as romance woos with love for bail.

Come, let no hearts be faint, although in tour

We are besieged on ev\'ry side. See blue

Heavns, not so distant, know what is astir,

And how buds \'gin t\'emerge as if life\'d cue

Ere we had thought to look. Oh LORD, in Your

Light we see light, and by Thee, wait on You.

20Jan25b