...for a loop.
Forsooth, the Snowstorm Threw Me
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXLVI)
Ah, fainting heart, lift up thine eyes; see thence
Erst naked trees now winking 'spite the tale
Of snow all 'round, the sparrows playing t'avail
Now underfoot as if tae woo's from hence
In style, like Valentines Day knew, defense
Among the birds who'll build their nests to scale
For young ere you e'en know, or flowrs detail
The walk with colour for good cheer, and scents.
Was't inches of the white stuff which in tour
Were not e'en ploughed what turned thy head? What's new?
Ole Feb'ry calls for snow at times as t'were,
But that is Spring's wont. For, behold in blue
Heavns how the light is April's, birds astir
And courting underfoot as all 'gain woo.
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insanely busy.
Is't That I'm Far too Busied?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCXLVII)
It is a Spring storm like they used to hail
These heavy snows where buds half wink for sense
Betwixt the weight of what is melting hence
Afore we realize, whilst, beleageured, frail
With heart's 'non sinking 'neath that chill detail,
We faint, despite the birds' sweet cries' defense.
For see how puddles gather for intents
Ere sunny warmth yields up what'd now avail.
How could I thus forget and play as t'were
The fool in thinking that Spring's courting through
These past four weeks meant flowrs would 'merge in tour
'Fore Illinois could augur such as due?
Erst wont to note the birds 'spite snow astir,
Why did I now forget? LORD, I need You.
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2025 15:39
- Comment from author about the poem: To say I'm too antsy would obviously be an understatement. Enjoy?!
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Be warm, be safe… enjoy! not long now! 🙏🏻🕊
Thank you so, so VERY much! I've been way too busy to keep up with your and everyone else's kindness. Thank you again.
Snow still makes one anxious for spring. A fun read
this is more than many hot blooded sun-worshipers like my good self can barely stand .. iff'en we can barely stand at all that is .. the fact you just pointed out so well how many get caught out by a few weak and watered down warm rays is a godsend, providing the warning is heeded of course .. sometimes it amazes me just how dim beautiful magnolia always is every year getting caught with her buds out like that .. sheeeeesh kebab ma'am wouldn't ya think she woulda learnt by now .. Anyway, as is often the case, I leave your page either salivating or with a smile on my face .. This time I have both although my daughter thinks the Bells Palsy has come back with a vengeance .. I just love you n your pen like a fat kid loves cake Missy so I do .. Neville
Magnolia... how you thereby inspired me in a trice just by your sweet mention of that beloved tree, thank you so very much, dear friend! Whether or not you'll see it, remains to be seen, yet thank you so, so very much afresh!
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