Cheeky Missy

There\'s Nothing Quite Like Sundays, Y\'Know?

[no, I\'m NOT smug...just, you know]

Don\'t Look at Me: I Told You So

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXIII)

Why\'s Summer barking at the door to scale

Ere thin ice has e\'en melted?! As if thence,

Sans aught permission, all moves with a sense

Tis here or gone ere we knew to avail

Ourselves, Favon\'us haunts both lea and dale,

Sweet flowrs in hand with soft bouquets fr\'intents

Behind his back, like some coy suitor, whence?

But Spring is here and waltzing, likeas bail.

From Barry\'s with both shortbread and in tour

A wedge of Brie, throw salads mixt up to

Effect, and egg rolls, Cheer\'os, and yes, fer

All that Chobani in for breakfast through

Lunch, and I have no time. Tis cold?! what were

The temps that outdoors is no freezer \'new?

23Feb25a

...trying to grow up, sorta.

I\'m But A Sorry Child, It Seems

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLIV)

How ev\'ry cherished season waits fr\'intents,

Then is quite gone ere I knew to avail

Me in its tender moments, aught detail

\'Non winking at me from aught coverts, dense

With import, whilst I feign I\'ve no defense,

To find, forsooth, tis true?! Where turn? I\'m frail,

Yet hope is not, but stronger; joys maunt fail

But are on ev\'ry side, til what\'s pretense?

Fooled by the hasty impulse, all\'d bestir

And told me so, yet neighbors swore\'s untrue.

I let suspense eat at my placid tour

Of minutes til, how all\'s in full swing through

The weeks, and swears I ver\'ly knew. Twas poor

To doubt. Forgive me, LORD. All wait on You.

23Feb25b

splash in the pan as they term it?

How February Seems Short-Lived

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXV)

It could be Summer from the light\'s detail.

White snow in view negates such notions hence,

But for the moment, how it flirts with sense

Til I\'m persuaded, though by halves, t\'avail

Me, \'cept I\'m on the clock. Third shift sans bail

Tonight, guess sleep is short-lived til fr\'intents

The morrow, much as I HATE that. Defense

Thee \'lone, oh LORD, let aught praise Thee nor fail.

So much for MY plans. With a view as t\'were

Of May or June, I\'m half mixt up. Where to?

I need to craft tea-lemonade in tour,

Or else the morning will be left to rue

My failures. One hour left and half, bestir

In me to seek Thy face and wait on You.

23Feb25c

...now I could.

Erst Wont to Dream, If Only

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXVI)

Oh let me watch whileas the light doth fence

These wastes in sweetness, shadows silent, pale

And stretched across the face of now in frail

Grey, as the afternoon seems paused fr\'intents;

As life is but a picture, though from hence

We breathe and move, where ev\'ry last detail

Is calm and waiting on Thee, LORD. Avail

Me now where haste eats at me, asking whence?

If only I could lose me here as t\'were,

Forget all else nor be the prey, but through

These charming minutes be myself in tour

Back in my father\'s house, where aught I knew

Was framed by love. How nothing seems to stir,

Although the shadows grow. Let me wait You.

23Feb25d