I can't believe it!
Oh My!--Death's Lease Is Well-Nigh Up
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCII)
Spring's but twa weeks awa by now, a sense
Of sweeter haunting hill and snow-capped dale,
Favon'us breath upon the soft exhale
Which murmurs oer the leas, of hope, to fence
These coming hours with just enow fr'intents
To keep the fainting soul 'bove water, frail
Yet clinging still to life, if that t'avail
Before the shadows deepen, of defense.
Birds sing as if from ev'ry bush astir
With joy now waltzing, as both puddles to
Thinned snowy slopes seem half aware as twere
All's melting, where the fragile light would woo
With hope in ev'ry golden shaft. Demur
T'acknowledge and hide off--oh if ye knew!
17Jan25a
Oh my, oh my.
The Light Is Full of Hope
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXCIII)
Oh tender hours of waking hope! T'avail
Is like a breath of heart'ning air; suspense
Alive and dancing in the eye fr'intents
Of dearest Spring, whose golden glance' detail
Is fragile yet full with sheer hope, the pale
LIght laden with that notice e'en from thence
As gloaming haunts this joyous day, like hence
It won't be long til life abounds, as't hail.
These naked woods own sapphire blue in tour
And I'm content to watch because all woo.
The forecast sez t'will freeze oernight in poor
'Scuse for late pleasures waltzing hope, yet to
Effect as Winter's wont, whose treach'rous tour
Warms but to freeze all puddles. Say I knew.
17Jan25b
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 19th, 2025 06:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Oh the eye of such hours, how it whispers in your heart of all we sought. Too fun, eh? Enjoy?!
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