Cheeky Missy
Did They Call THIS Having Fun?
I\'ll bet it can\'t.
Oh Me! Can It Be Otherwise?!
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXVII)
If dawn is oercast, mark each last detail,
And see the buds on ev\'ry branch from hence,
How lo, the light swears it is NOW, suspense
Fraught with a charge that Summer would prevail
Ere we\'ve indulged in Spring, yet how avail?
Put on the kettle late, have Barry\'s thence
Mid-morning cuz the highway traffic\'s sense
Stalled three lanes for collision, til where\'s bail?
The car wash partly loaded, come, let\'s tour
With keener observation of the view,
And see the germ of Spring I\'m chasing\'d stir
Likeas I knew within my veins all through
These hours and weeks, til what is rather poor
Is that tis oer ere that I fully knew.
24Feb25
Catapulted into warmer weather overnight as it were.
Tis So Warm Now the Heat\'s OFF
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXVIII)
Likeas some drowning sailor whose defense
Is tea, I\'m floating on\'t, caffeine\'s detail
Now firmly \'neath my \"belt,\" as if t\'avail,
Yet I have slept oernight nor need such hence,
Except I\'m used to that recure for sense,
And welcome both tea and covfefe\'s bail
Until, as Mum was wont to quip, in frail
Excuse I\'m \"floating\" on the tea fr\'intents.
Why does this charming, sunny day bestir
Lo, mem\'ries of erm, April?! Softly blue
Heavns oer these yellowed leas cull March in tour
Ere Feb\'ry kin bow out. Three days left to
The switch, don\'t say we are surprised. We were
Impatient children. LORD, we\'d wait on You.
25Feb25a
...you know?
What\'s NOT On Schedule, Eh?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXIX)
Hark! for birds sing from ev\'ry nook, th\'all hail
Such as sweet April knew of old, a sense
Of late Spring hard in tow as if from hence
We\'d catapult from that quite bitter tale
Of weeks and hours besieged (as if sans bail)
To Summer\'s fete, without the romance thence?!
If tis Favon\'us breathing oer fr\'intents
These wastes held captive and released t\'avail,
How courtship is a dance we maunt demur
T\'engage in now, of late. Oh how aught woo
Until the heart rejoices in as t\'were
The arms of our Beloved. Say we ne\'er knew?!
But I\'ve been quite aware all was astir,
Impatient as my wont. LORD, we wait You.
25Feb25b
...yet, wherefore?
Methinks Twas A Tacit Acknowledgment
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXX)
Why did we both know that the buck was thence
On guard and watching for me, eh? Th\'all hail
Was silent as erst wont, yet that detail
Unnerving in its essence, though\'t makes sense;
How nary doe jumped forth thereafter, whence?
Guess it will be a quiet night. I\'m frail
And far too tired, but there\'s no help. Avail
Me after ten of dinner, sans pretense.
Come, did he know I showed my brother fer
Brief moments photos of his dainty crew?
The wilder turkeys I mistook in tour
For emu, too, what bird told him, to
Effect? How sparrows played in puddles--were
They who told him? Oh LORD, how we wait You.
25Feb25c