Cheeky Missy

Sigh I\'m Either Impossibly Stubborn, Or....?

...I\'ll learn yet, just give me space.

O Give Me Now to Learn

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXVI)

Come, we were fooled, defined Spring by, fr\'intents,

Its end, and must revamp our notions, frail

As teaching old dogs newer tricks, or fail

At knowing what is, like intended. Whence?

For I\'ve read Shakespeare \'gain, and see pretense

Was flaunting oer our youth, was it? Avail

Us of the truth and t\'will be stripped sans bail

Awa\', when we learn what is, in defense.

Spring haunts the leas, and in the dale as t\'were

Feign would be hid, yet tiptoes sweetly through

Fraught hours and gentler, in the light demure

Yet wooing in a glance, til I well do

Nigh swoon, the bitter moments but in tour

How tis, as LORD, we wait anon for You.

08Feb25a

...all this long time?

Was I Really Holding My Breath

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXVII)

Likeas a dream whose essence would feign trail

Along through passing years with half a sense

Of yonder or what was, what is\'t from hence

Now lurking, beck\'ning to me like\'d avail

As in a trice within the mournful scale

Of light upon these yellowed fields Spring thence

Haunts, raising hope to traipse as life fr\'intents

Begins to rustle \'neath the sod\'s detail?

E\'en as the Scriptures comfort me in tour,

How Spring\'s return half wakens me now too.

Buds which emerged but weeks ago, astir

Then, now quite shiver as snow passes through,

To melt as warmth begins that slow dance we\'re

Familyar with, and LORD, how all wait You!

08Feb25b