Cheeky Missy

What KIND of Cookie, Eh?

Now I\'m on the fence...do I prefer Spring or Autumn?

Too Good To Be Is Verily True

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCVIII)

I never knew how much I missed fr\'intents

These hours, Spring\'s tender light on lea and dale

Half peeking in twixt blinds likeas t\'avail

My soul, the notice sans aught voice defense

For long since lost days with a twinkling sense

Of hope as birdsongs in the night would hail

The first hints of lo, dawn, til aught detail

Calls unto me of life and hope from hence.

Oh! How could I have been so blind ere? Were

Such notes not ever thus afoot all through

The years? The eye of heavn changed, all astir

On ev\'ry side with songs, say we ne\'er knew?!

For it has allus been the case. Twas poor

To not see, yet oh LORD, all is of You.

04Feb25a

...turns out she didn\'t block me, only needed some space.

Is\'t How the Cookie Crumbles, Eh?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXIX)

We\'ve not changed, so much as the season\'s trail

Could half suggest. Yet what? For all tis thence

Foresworn? Erst wont to come oer, I can\'t hence,

Nor thus persuade her face to face t\'avail

Us of the friendship seemed we\'d both own. Frail

As distance and our ways, I\'ve no defense,

And she knows that, til all becomes pretense

Or owns an end since lo, to do lacks bail.

Ah, tender hours! Spring tricks the days in tour

Out with soft light as songs\' detail aught blue

Skies with pure hope, til likeas Death is fer

All that put off for life as aught renew,

So shall we look ahead as joys bestir,

If only I might see, oh LORD, to You.

04Feb25b