Cheeky Missy

Dear, Dear Hump Day, What Was That Again?

...Wednesday.
 
I Guess They Called This
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXI)
 
 
Sweet rainy morn, how droplets bead off, pale
Light dim with that note for the calm suspense
Which seems a distant rel\'tive, lost since thence
Twas known as Winter was\'t? Yet how all hail
Once I am home, from black-capped chick-dees\' frail
And breathy call to card\'nals, songs flit hence
Across the face of day like April\'s sense
Is late installed and would anon prevail.
My car washed \'fore I get back, put in tour
The kettle on for Barry\'s, lazing through
These hours like nary sleep is not so poor?
Beef bacon for our fried eggs, porridge too
In tow, sliced apple tops that off as t\'were.
I\'ll go to sleep just \'fore tonight\'s shift? Ooh.
 
26Feb25a
 
...I hung out forever, showering late.
 
Pink Was For Cynthia to Wear
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXII)
 
 
No buck on guard, a doe leaps lightly hence
Within my headlights whilst who\'s on the trail
And humps off, passing through? Should I avail
Me of hot choc\'late? or\'s too warm? what thence?
How Cynthya calls just after midnight, whence
Discuss the cats within the shelter, frail
And scared, yet so cute too; with catnip they\'ll 
Be friends and learn to trust her in defense.
Where rain was but a tease in lieu as t\'were
Of dawn, how after nightfall, driving to 
My post, tis half mair real. Spring is astir
On ev\'ry side and sweetly tricks anew
The hours out with soft joys, where life\'s astir
And proving hope was truly, LORD, of You.
 
26Feb25b
 
...the intial thought tantalizing, it lost itself herein.
 
Come, Let Me Wander In the Shadows
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXIII)
 
 
Mists haunt the streetlights with that thicker veil 
Whose essence, likeas ghosts, seems in a sense
Alive, for whether sifting \'cross fr\'intents
The highway, or assaulting \'long the trail
Aught who\'d pass through, what is\'t that would avail
Us of both romance and mystique, whilst thence
Being like a thing with eyes; and ist pretense
Tis ver\'ly like a being? Thus fog\'d prevail.
Pink tinges thoughts of morning as in tour
I\'m getting back home from last night, the view
Delicious in its rainy aspect; were
There else, what is\'t? So revel, traffic through
Such joys no matter in its slowness, poor
As fretting where mists haunt. LORD, we wait You.
 
27Feb25a
 
I guess.
 
Oh, Now We Kin Have Fun
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLXXIV)
 
 
Winds bluster through the naked trees as hence
Light comes and goes in playful fashion, frail
Then golden, drawing shadows up t\'avail
Spring\'s hours, where singing is the rule from thence,
And I could look on such forever, whence?
Why do the geese feel friendly now, and hail
Me with a look, now coming forward? They\'ll
Not be so pissy but lo, comrades?! Sense?
No matter, is not love within as t\'were
The air? We\'ll all be friends now Spring doth woo.
Beef bacon pictured with eggs which in tour
Are sunny-side up, taters roasted too,
How funny that\'s what I am serving. Stir
Else, and oh LORD, let me with aught praise You.
 
27Feb25b