Cheeky Missy

Trice is Such a Fun Word, Isn\'t It Though?

Spring begins February 1st.
 
The First Saturday of What?
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXI)
 
 
Catch morning ere the sun rise, like t\'avail,
Half wond\'ring if t\'wont, til I\'m blinded hence
And pull the visor down, that eye\'s warmth thence
Too much, til I must crack the windows, frail
As \"freezing\" temps, where by late morn\'s detail
I open them by half and, how songs fence
The thought of yonder with sweet cheer for sense,
Lawns greening since the snow upon Spring\'s trail.
If trees look naked, that\'s a ruse as t\'were,
Which shall be shown in fewer days \'neath blue
Heavns nary cloud seems haunts \'cept in a tour
Of East or West rim of the day. Buds cue 
On empty boughs and limbs, sheer life astir
More boldly now. Oh LORD, let us praise You.
 
22Mar25a 
 
Aha! Jackpot!
 
But Spring Is Charming Halfway Through
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXII)
 
 
Oh me! Where naught \'cept wildlife stir \'neath dense
Blue heavns the clouds skirt or but vaguely trail
Through, this being stranded on the clock\'s detail
Half seems not so bad after all fr\'intents;
The world mine as it were in half a sense,
I s\'pose that\'s part of what I cherish, frail
As aught \'scuse, \'bout this old profession they\'ll
Assure you fewer now respect. Pretense?
Mixt salad in a trice when you\'ve in poor
Reply no kitchen or e\'en bowl, nor too,
Utensils for the same\'s a snap  as t\'were
With paring knife and ziploc--I ne\'er knew
Til now. The golden light with chill in tour
To balance that, oh LORD, how I\'d thank You.
 
22Mar25b
 
I swear it does...
 
Hark, For Chartreuse Now Beckons
 
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXXIII)
 
 
Dad said \"you never cry,\" that one detail
Why I am sniffling now for others, sense
Awakened in their grief and suff\'ring, whence
[Where no one\'s watching] let me now avail
Myself of tears, to break down lacking bail
\'Fore others since I don\'t like how fr\'intents
They talk or act. \'Fore Dad I\'d no defense
Nor answer. How birds sing like joy would hail.
Now early ev\'ning \'gins to draw as t\'were
Grey shadows up to haunt the tender view,
How calm tis! Songs likeas we love astir
On ev\'ry side, the golden light in blue
Heavns seeming half more fragile, LORD in Your
Light we see light, all that we have of You.
 
22Mar25c