...til March, can you believe it?
We've Only Ten Days Left
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLI)
While afternoon yet lingers with a hale
Note of sheer Spring within its eye for sense,
Oh let me, like the world, bask in it hence
Ere nightfall swallow aught we knew, avail
My soul where hope winks 'spite the snow's detail.
How sparrows just beyond these four walls, thence
With cheery cries as if in concert, whence?
But we rejoice together down the trail.
Tis only Tuesday, with no tea as t'were
To hearten but it's old, yet that will do.
Drink up until I am awake in tour,
And heat the porridge, breakfast hash now too,
Canad'an bacon on its warmth, bestir
The griddle for fried eggs as we thank You.
18Feb25a
Remind me now of how I saw Winter in June?!
Why Am I Haunted Now By June?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLII)
How charming to watch Spring's eye on these dense
Vast fields of whitest snow, where aught detail
Is frozen til the sun culls puddles' trail
Across the shoveled blacktop with a sense
Of yonder just in tow likeas defense.
As if the light holds promise, like t'avail,
Dost whisper in my soul of yonder? Frail
Though aught 'scuse, I know warmth is coming, whence?
It will be June before we realize, poor
Though such things look now. All that we've passed through
Oer in a blink, it won't be long ere we're
Too hot and thinking snow half welcome. Do
The math to learn what is. Oh LORD, bestir
In us to see afar off unto You.
18Feb25b
...is way too short.
Dear Me, Suddenly the Time
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCLIII)
Croissants whose butt'ry flavour maunt avail
Except alone, pair chicken salad thence
With for a quick lunch, to begin fr'intents
To dream of grand desserts on that detail,
Til such devolve to naught or lacking bail
Unless, what eh? Nutella tasty, hence
Craft lo, bread pudding with't, croissants for sense
The base, and I'll rethink suggestions' trail.
Perhaps I will craft smoothies likeas fer
All that I'd planned for the bananas. Two
Pies still wait to be crafted as in tour
I'd planned a month ago, and need to do.
Somehow t'will be the time of flowrs astir
Where I'm backed up with projects. You?
18Feb25c
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Kick me, but the only thing I did with the Nutella was refill the adorable mini jars. And now this is 7 days old, we've only 2.5 days until March and it looks like April here. Enjoy?!
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Comments7
How the season doesn't really matter. It's the weather. Then here you go again making me hungry and I just ate. Lovely Chic
You should have a go at writing a recipe book, everytime I read your enjoyable writes,I get hungry, enjoyed the reads
Thank you! I might, except every other woman is successfully posting her recipes online, it'd be pointless. Thank you again so very much!
You are very welcome
It's 50s where I am...I am so with you, Missy. The countdown is a ticking! Woohoo! Loved this sonnets and how they sprung us toward the hope of Spring. Yay! Well done! 🌹👏
Yay! 50's in the armpit AND in-- argh, I just realized I'm not certain precisely where you are--New England? Yes, the countdown is upon us. Thank you VERY much, dear friend.
Close enough. I am in Eastern PA, in the Poconos. You are welcome.
BRAVO
Thank you, thank you so very much, Tony!
You're welcome
Thanks for keeping me oriented in time, and (perhaps) space, Missy
Oh, but of course, you're very welcome, Sir. Thank you for kindly dropping in.
You know wot .. between em these three have got the bloomin lot .. I got a belly filled with laughter & can feel the warmth of Spring just around the nearest corner .. See, I just can't help myself when you are boiling over .. Boy, you make your readers salivate n sizzle sista .. Neville
You're too fun. Thank you very much!
Wow, indeed the month is waning into Spring! This is the week we got settled a year ago now… bristling with anticipation 🙏🏻🕊
Lovely! Thank you very much, sweet friend!
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻 🕊
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