Prelude....to? # I
(sonnet # CLXX)
CLXX
Fair gloaming sweetly kissed the day adieu;
In rosy blush and crimson flush o'erspread
The west, as gold tones met blue hues, the thread
Soft blent; vague clues lent of storm next left too:
Clouds, gath'ring innocent in navy, threw
Suspicion on e'en's silence, though she led
By velvet cloak in tenderness to bed.
Who guessed what mischief subtly did then brew?
No moonlight lit romantic scenes with gleams
Of precious lunar glow, nor crickets sang,
As stillness heavy hung, and life in dreams
Escaped to other realms or none; there rang
No warning bells, for who could tell? It seems
Just after midnight it burst with a bang.
....the Party AFTER Midnight # II
(sonnet # CLXIX)
CLXIX
Just after midnight it exploded, bright
White lightning ceaseless flashing, all aglow,
Though blackness seemed to weigh so thickly low;
No rumbles warned, for thunder split the night
With violent cracks, in answ'ring did invite
It seemed more, the excitement in its show
Infectious, as th'electric party's crow,
Like all late bashes thrown, a most wild sight.
Not far behind the deluge came, as rain
In torrents poured with misty curtains fair;
The streets a rushing current were amain,
As water flowed; while wind quite blustered, ere
Long burst in windows with its sodden train.
A thrilling scene that ev'ning's late affair.
Romantic Refreshment? # III
(sonnet # CLXVIII)
CLXVIII
Day dawns serenely o'ercast in grey white,
With gaily dancing puddles ev'rywhere
And gentle patt'ring, softest lays on th'air,
As morning's fresh-washed face in tender light
A restful peace declares, romance despite
The storm plays in misty tinges and fair
Shades: bright green shrubs with dead lawns' gold pair,
Black streets in rain's sheen glow, laced through the sight.
The night had been tempest'ous, though demure
When ev'ning cast its velvet cloak o'er all;
Yet after darkness veiled in sleep-steeped blur,
Incessant lightning flashed, 'midst thunder's call
And violent cracks, storm's fury burst. Thus were
Quite welcome morn's calm sweets behind the squall.
23Jul11