Feb 2014
Wonder what he'll say when he sees this finally?
(sonnet #MMMXC)
December's undue warmth gone with the pale
Light's tender glow, what chill assaults! Each sigh
Which gaily teased, a frigid breath ne'er shy,
Yet gloaming is too pretty in its frail
Stealth waning while I fold the minor tale
Of items earlier pegged where morning'd buy
Fair hopes the laundry might well even dry
If it'd not rain. Winds soft then are more hale.
But I am smiling like a fool sans sense
And giggling cuz of you. How when I knew
You'd penned a most exquisite tribute dense
With what I meant, you swore that sunstroke threw
Its blind across, and not love's influence,
Nor me. Haha. I know. And love you too.
02Dec13a
(sonnet #MMMXC)
December's undue warmth gone with the pale
Light's tender glow, what chill assaults! Each sigh
Which gaily teased, a frigid breath ne'er shy,
Yet gloaming is too pretty in its frail
Stealth waning while I fold the minor tale
Of items earlier pegged where morning'd buy
Fair hopes the laundry might well even dry
If it'd not rain. Winds soft then are more hale.
But I am smiling like a fool sans sense
And giggling cuz of you. How when I knew
You'd penned a most exquisite tribute dense
With what I meant, you swore that sunstroke threw
Its blind across, and not love's influence,
Nor me. Haha. I know. And love you too.
02Dec13a
Note: the leafy shot on my profile page is taken from the vantage of the second and smaller clothesline, both lines at the top of the hill, that shot to the far right of the main line. And yes, it happened just like that.
