...like it is what?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXXIII)


Oh me! The light is neither gone, nor'd veil
Itself in clouds, but, likeas wont, suspense
Haunts in the fragile eye of Autumn, sense
Aware of change, October's leaves to scale
So brown they'll crackle underfoot, the trail
To Winter's death wide open sans defense,
With sparrows' cheery calls and plovers thence
Crying oer these wasting fields as if hope'd fail.
Lo, to breathe in and see, to be in tour
Now in the midst of my fave season, blue
Skies on the fence though seeming halfway pure,
I revel and rejoice, tell others, to
Know I am not alone. Now Fall'd bestir
We all rejoice, as LORD, I wait for You.

06Oct25a

[This is why we must write; I never knew until this stanza unfolded.]


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXXII)


Two canteloupes with rot are better hence
Than simply one, or else why that detail?
And milk two days expired shall now avail;
Five pounds of salad and two more fr'intents
Of lettuce is a bright idea, whence
Add two complete chix salads for sheer bail
Tonight, our dinner that, and to derail
Good reason, salad too, likeas defense.
Put on a movie for distraction, poor
As such escapes, and if one's good, then two
Are better, til it's time for bed in tour
Cuz my alarm will seem too soon. I knew
Twas lotsa food--I'll pack mine fer lunch. Were
There else, Thy mercies, LORD, are ever new.

05Oct25b

Man, those first five years....be still my beating heart!...I was blonde as blonde can be.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXVII)


October's trees are yellow, some t'avail
Tinged red, as if a painter splashed from thence
Their tops in passing, 'spite the heat whose sense
Of Summer melts the blacktop sans aught bail,
Orange haunting green whose tone is weary, frail,
Nor but upon its way out, like pretense
Forgot to check in roasting all fr'intents;
And I despair of Autumn temps, as't fail.
One tea cup with fresh coffee pumps as twere
Through all my veins like twas too much to do
Both Barry's and black joe? With cream to stir
A latté note, why maunt I joy anew
In all? Come, less than two months til in tour
My birthday, and is't age?!  LORD, I need You.

03Oct25a

I guess.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXVI)


The famous "Kitty Kurls" toy lasts fr'intents
But for a little while, two kittens' scale
Of play more than mere cardboard can avail
Them of; the magnets keeping its shape thence
Intact too small to last fore'er, til hence
The toy's in pieces and, in that detail,
Lies scattered, yet still fun for them, though frail,
As he tells me the stories they have, whence?
We fin'lly take the magnets out in tour,
One end detached like's known a better view,
And try these on the fridge to show as twere
The same, where neither kitten cares, the two
Content with what is left. Oh LORD, bestir
In us to be content and wait for You.

02Oct25b

Aren't you glad?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXV)


What? In the warming light of dawn where frail
Hopes of was't rest? fade in the day's more intense
Note night is oer? Come, having mulled fr'intents
Just how we'd 'void last week's fiasco, hail
A catnap in the lack of tea's detail
Or coffee, like a sent'nal by from thence
That question called "the screen door," cuz defense
Was NOT the couch nor could that, erm, avail.
Yes, Tigger must attack me on in tour
The couch, til I give up. Duvet to do
Both comfort and protection good, deter
Their follies, finding laundry is oerdue.
I've slept in it six years sans washing?! Were
There hope, oh LORD, I wait on Thee anew.

02Oct25a

...we'll all die of boredom, as this illustrates.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXIV)


Change but one calendar, forgetting thence
Til late for all the others, that detail
Of last night's mouse the winner on the trail
To yonder; they'll descend on us fr'intents
And rout the beasties, but jist not from hence
Today; though we'll be ready sans avail;
How ev'ning filters in to find we've bail,
With movies on at lunch, as if that's sense.
Yes, Tigger keeps me comp'ny as it were
In folding laundry, but she'll not jump to
The dryer. Come, is she offended fer
All that when I am watching flicks? In her
Eyes napping on my bed is tops: t'won't do.
What happened to today? LORD, I wait You.

01Oct25b

Now, if I knew that, I'd not be asking. So there.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLXXIII)


October first? What's in that note's detail
That ALL seems oddly rigged, til I fr'intents
Despair, to throw my hands up with a sense
All's topsy-turvy nor but, sans avail,
Nigh upside-down? while all else seem to fail
At seeing there's any change. What is pretense?
Why is this morning fraught with ills? defense
Is whither? that I'm scanting 'bout for bail?
The litter box does not suffice?! In poor
Reply the carpet's full of litter, poo
Left on the carpet like what, eh? Bestir
Fresh food and water, and they spill it through
Their machinations. There's a dead mouse?! Were
There else, oh LORD, save me. I wait for You.

01Oct25a