...to the ending "k," and add an "s."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXC)
Ah, winter morning, peach low 'neath the dense
Half purplish grey naught cov'ring for, to scale,
This absent day, is't e'en or dawn's detail???
Snow frozen in the rear, we've half fr'intents
Forgott'n the season's greetings whose pretense
Of joll'ty tricked the hours out ere; avail
Us how, in surly hours denial of bail?
I'll wait til I get home for such defense.
Our tree's been lit since ole Thanksgiving's tour,
The station's trapping's sparse as ver'ly due,
No music to tap out the minutes fer
Our antsy feet, we're lost in seas'nal blue.
Or grey, this time. Twixt salt and snow as twere,
How see afar off? LORD, direct our hearts to You.
15Dec25b
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
...to the ending "k," and add an "s."
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCXC)
Ah, winter morning, peach low 'neath the dense
Half purplish grey naught cov'ring for, to scale,
This absent day, is't e'en or dawn's detail???
Snow frozen in the rear, we've half fr'intents
Forgott'n the season's greetings whose pretense
Of joll'ty tricked the hours out ere; avail
Us how, in surly hours denial of bail?
I'll wait til I get home for such defense.
Our tree's been lit since ole Thanksgiving's tour,
The station's trapping's sparse as ver'ly due,
No music to tap out the minutes fer
Our antsy feet, we're lost in seas'nal blue.
Or grey, this time. Twixt salt and snow as twere,
How see afar off? LORD, direct our hearts to You.
15Dec25b
Can you pull that off, eh?
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