Cheeky Missy

Remind Me of Satin and Blushing, Will You?

[Neville\'s allusion roused this; I used to write annual pieces while still at home where the Magnolia tree inspired such effusions as must be for all her show and silky petals blushing.]

I Had to Be Romantic

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLVI)

Magnolia as a queen in her right, scents

Spring\'s warming airs whenas Favon\'us\'d hail,

Until souls must half swoon, her satin trail

Of deep pink petals like a virgin\'s dense

With import, blushing as a bride from thence,

Til, where bold Summer enters, she\'ll detail

The lesser consorts of mere men, t\'avail

Kentucky blue grass with a carpet hence.

Oh! how her annual romance woos as t\'were,

And leaves me rev\'ling in her show \'neath blue

Heavns\' fav\'ring glance, though nary suitor stir,

These happy rites of Spring, with poets to

Regale my quiet solace, what endure

As if, oh LORD, all speaks anon of You.

20Feb25a

Yes?

Come, What Am I Missing?

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLVII)

How purest blue heavns look benign, the trail

To yonder vis\'ble by their light from hence,

Where sparrows play upon the deck, a sense

Of sweeter hours in tow despite the tale

Of whitest snow which yet remains, nor\'d fail

Before the sun\'s hot glance, though puddles fence

The path with fragile hope, is\'t? for intents,

As if by subtle measures t\'would prevail.

Where lo, July might want soup as it were,

That must be chilled; where Feb\'ry begs it too,

Put on the pot: tomato needs in tour

But onion, butter, chix broth for th\'ado,

And time upon the stove, milk later stir

In, garlic bread craft too? LORD, we wait You.

20Feb25b