(sonnet # MMMMMMMDCCXXXVIII)
Ere morning 'gins to warm the black night's dense
Void hearken: robins sing beyond the veil
(And these new concrete walls) of dawn. Those pale
First hints of Sunday like on tiptoe hence
Grow slowly stronger; how orange fringes thence
Soft blue, the city lights half dimmed, and they'll
Assure me they are singing like t'avail.
Now day shifts t'ward a yawn I'm tired, for sense.
Read Pooh Bear, to find 'gain what we as t'were
Had taen for granted, as the world we knew
Was shaped thereby afore we spelled in tour
Our names and which day t'was. Skies brighten through
The minutes of my sleepy watch and stir
Faint hopes I'll soon find rest, that I'd see You.
23May21a
#winniethepooh #sonnet #dawn #sunday
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Like all my sonnets, this morsel/vignette is loaded and requires consideration. Enjoy!
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Ah - and I do so enjoy your valued sonnets dear long-time friend - thanking you for honouring our midst with your apt talents for bringing us treats of Olde English. Great to see you posting again.
You're very welcome! Love you!
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