...I'll learn yet, just give me space.
O Give Me Now to Learn
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXXVI)
Come, we were fooled, defined Spring by, fr'intents,
Its end, and must revamp our notions, frail
As teaching old dogs newer tricks, or fail
At knowing what is, like intended. Whence?
For I've read Shakespeare 'gain, and see pretense
Was flaunting oer our youth, was it? Avail
Us of the truth and t'will be stripped sans bail
Awa', when we learn what is, in defense.
Spring haunts the leas, and in the dale as t'were
Feign would be hid, yet tiptoes sweetly through
Fraught hours and gentler, in the light demure
Yet wooing in a glance, til I well do
Nigh swoon, the bitter moments but in tour
How tis, as LORD, we wait anon for You.
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...all this long time?
Was I Really Holding My Breath
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXXVII)
Likeas a dream whose essence would feign trail
Along through passing years with half a sense
Of yonder or what was, what is't from hence
Now lurking, beck'ning to me like'd avail
As in a trice within the mournful scale
Of light upon these yellowed fields Spring thence
Haunts, raising hope to traipse as life fr'intents
Begins to rustle 'neath the sod's detail?
E'en as the Scriptures comfort me in tour,
How Spring's return half wakens me now too.
Buds which emerged but weeks ago, astir
Then, now quite shiver as snow passes through,
To melt as warmth begins that slow dance we're
Familyar with, and LORD, how all wait You!
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The most amusing fact of the timing of this particular post is that it's finally becoming an irresistibly white world here in Bolingbrook Illinois. But I remain undaunted: it IS Spring 2025, and a very cold and snowy Spring it is this year. Meantime, enjoy?!
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Spring always unpredictable.A timely write of the seasons and the wish for warmer weather. Lovely Chic
Ah yes, so it is. Spring seems to be spirited away, but winter will melt in its arms.
Very lovely and so romantically rendered, thank you very much!
You are welcome.
It is becoming increasingly whiter here in Eastern PA, too! But yes, I hear you and join in and saying what a cold, snowing, icy Spring week it is! Wonderful sonnets, as always, my friend, and here's to warmer Spring days ahead! 🌹👏
Thank you so very, very much for comprehending, dear Tristan. Funny, I keep remembering a couple years back when I was forced to drive unplowed roads from place to place thanks to my occupation...on Groundhog Day itself, at the time never thinking it was Spring. Now, haha, what a cold and snowy Spring it is. Thank you again very much!
So spring is a little further away, enjoyed the reads, have a good day.
Thank you so, so very much!
You are very welcome
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