#may1st
Pretending, feigning. I said that was the rule of the day. cough,cough
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXXVII)
If we forgot the merry dance erst thence
Wont to ring in this month which Shakespeare's scale
Of notice put down as not lo, t'avail
As perfect as whom he thus cherished, whence?
The winds are ghostly with a teasing sense
In tour of fragile warmth as sparrows hail.
Then ah, the Goldfinch seems to laugh, th'exhale
Likeas a whisper who maunt love from hence?
Did I swear I was "done pretending" fer
Which moment? Yet who shall not smile now through
Th'effect of these sweet songsters? I am blue
And would far rather weep, but tears as twere
Won't come. A robin scolds and scents astir
Upon the wind's suggestion say twon't do.
01May19a
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC