...mercifully the pavement simply stayed wet, unlike my car.
I Didn't 'Zactly Shovel
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXVI)
Snow forecast after midnight, and fr'intents
Til dawn, three inches e'en, how snowflakes hail
In mincing fashion likeas spec's detail,
The pavement, walk, and all but wet, a sense
Tis futile until two was't? Vain pretense
Swore all would melt, but fast and furious' trail
To whiteness wins hands down, and I bewail
All, all in vain. There is no real defense.
Oh but, how wet and heavy tis in tour,
Spring's signature that nary dawn'd undo.
Jist morning's snowy mien. How grass as t'were
Peers through in patches 'til the jest maunt do,
And xmas fades to naught. Dare I bestir
To take the car for washing, buds fall too.
20Mar25a
I mean it.
Oh, Leave Me to My Revels, Please
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXVII)
Frogs chorus after nightfall, that detail
So much like Summer I hope snow shan't thence
Be seen at all, though forecast. Tis pretense,
I swear, for listen to their courtship' tale
From out the hollows, as the wetlands' trail
To romance rises 'gain like in defense
Of all we cherished, no? Leave off suspense
Upon such tender notes of warmth, t'avail.
Rain showrs, as all the rhymes go, must bestir
The flowrs we search for, no? Oh say tis true!
Complacent
with these treasured songs in tour,
Half wond'ring if--? Did Kermit know t'was poor?
I daresay that he knew his suit maunt do.
20Mar25b
...is there?
There's Nothing Like Impatience
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXVIII)
Come, afternoon, lo which note was pretense?
Whileas snow clings in weighty clumps (whose bail
Is gone) to naked boughs, see buds avail
As yesterday. If fall'n, behold from hence
The carpet underfoot tells of what thence?!
Leaves shan't be long now, but soon 'gain detail
Trees' empty masses waiting. How birds hail
From ev'ry nook as if to sing of whence.
I fin'lly sleep upon this note as t'were,
Hope winking at me where I'm feeling blue.
If ev'ry bird half knows, how nary'd stir
Until I'm up to craft and serve us two
Our dinner. Off to bed ere sunset tour,
Why do I wake in fright? LORD, I need You.
20Mar25c
...I asked you, don't look at me.
Come Again, What Day Is It?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXIX)
Watch sapphire 'gin to warm, sans blushes' trail?!
Aye, wonder if I'm facing East, til thence
Thet blinding eye 'non pierces through suspense
To answer any questions? If I'm frail,
Twas third shift, ergo what could e'er avail?
Make plans for when I'm home, to ditch them hence
By half, midway through breakfast called in, whence
Come, drop aught else, for groc'ry shopping's bail.
Chat with a lady from Romania fer
A spell, her sense of products strict like to
Effect mine used to be; another's tour
In bak'ry mark-downs I chat with, the view
With grass whose taste for snow would thereby stir
Lo, green on nearly ev'ry side anew.
21Mar25a
Yeah.
I Think It's My Latest Style
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCCXXX)
Methinks the card'nal wants to play, as hence
He calls til I reply in kind, like that detail
Established is the rule?! I guess. Avail
Me of a showr, craft breakfast, eat from thence
Ya, half, cuz I've no sleep since Thursday, whence
I'm thinking of...how NOT to think since bail
Is not within yer head where folk 'non trail
Along, their clubs in tow, and flaunt pretense.
If they are way too giddy later, stir
No cause of sheer concern, whilst scrolling through
My social med'a feed both proves as t'were
The young adults are having fun, these blue
Skies lost to clouds. The clock towr in night's tour
A ghastly note, LORD, let me wait on You.
21Mar25b
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Tremendous work.
Thanks.
Thank you for today's lovely installment of poems, enjoyable and entertaining as always
You're entirely too kind, thank you so very much!!!
You are very welcome
An epic journey through the day from snow to blue skies. Once again a series of sonnets to put us on our day
Looks to have been a quite lively day 🙏🏻🕊
Loaded two days indeed, thank you so very much!
Oh no! Not snow! I just saw my neighbor, Wally...the Woodchuck. He's been out all March calling his cousin from Punxsutawney , and I quote, "Phony Phil". Not my words, totally the woodchuck's! But, evidently, Wally didn't realize that Phil's predictions were evidently for where you live and, so, problem solved. Wally can stop calling Phil a Phony because indeed, somewhere, Spring is evidently late...or fell asleep slightly on the job, whichever! 😂 All of that silliness aside to say, wonderful sonnets, my dear friend! Always having fun when I am reading them. Thank you for that! 🌹👏
I'm merely leaning that Spring signifies snow and marbled ice, the lies our parents and grandparents taught us needing to be unlearned. Shakespeare thankfully referenced what our ancient ancestors used to take for granted, ie that May is Summer. Ergo Groundhog Day exists to tell us whether we'll have a warm Spring or bitter. At least the sonnets from the two days above reveal the forecasted 3 inches melted in a matter of hours, even though lingering for more than we liked, and also the 3 inches of snow apparently gave the first grass the impetus necessary to give green to these vistas. Thank you so very, very much for your awesome comment!
Yes. It did reveal that...a blessing for sure. I have seen it work the other way! But yes, a little snow can go a long way in the spring. Go grass go! LOL! You are most welcome, my friend!
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