#januarythaw
January's thaw was ever wont to deceive even the lacklustre souls with visions of sugarplums was that?
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCCCLXXVII)
How blue dusk fringes that wee chance t'avail
Myself of scribbling...ere we dine. Spring hence,
Despite frore winds' most cruel breath, tiptoes thence
Within these longer hours of light. Though frail
Perhaps in guise, yet O! in keen betrayl
Nor with aught joy, my very soul can sense
Its eye as if upon these wastes, til whence
Is only whether next month shall wax pale.
Yes, will ole Febry yield to April fer
All that? I feel it in my bones anew,
Half shivring to acknowledge what, as't stir?
Ah, wherefore do I shrink from May, and rue
The hope of daffodils and violets, poor
As all my ecstasies therein? Who knew?
12Jan18b
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC