You know?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMXV)
Oh tender, rainy morn, mists roam the vale
And haunt the dream of yonder with intense
Naught for that question, as how sparrows fence
This calm with cheerful calls, a glimpse t'avail
Of Spring, but forecast to turn bitter, frail
Warmth Winter's ruse, the blacktop's moist suspense
Set to be ice unless Thou spare us, LORD, whence
I pray and wait, t'indulge in each detail.
How "Sunday [erm] Baroque" ties up in tour
Its three-hour bit of joys, the kittens too
Pent as they know my mood, this waiting fer
That closure what drives them to wander to
And fro, my chance of solace fraught as twere
Yet full, LORD, of Thy mercies, waiting You.
28Dec25a