As my pal in sight,

A gemmed pallasite—

Uplifted like kite

By less dark of night

In more warmth by light—

Secured in trust tight,

With ewe, I just might—

Feel quite more alright. ; )

Excuse me, mum, but it is not your biz to delay generosity

Regarding your unfounded concerns about my tumbly’s gibbosity.

Furthermore, your grin as a spin above false claims of pocket paucity

Merits—I must warn you—the full force of terrier-bull ferocity. ; )

More often than not often,

When life in-waves fate’s crashes,

It drenches the soul in blues.

Hence, first, may each crest bear best—

Lavoltaing an uplift—

Lining heart with golden hues. ; )

Between the beanfeast and a mean frost,

Ilsa paused—

Alone—

And felt more invited and welcomed

Than whence she had come.

As flakes kissed hellos,

She felt warmthfulness

By neither muffs,

Nor scarf,

Nor coat,

But by an open air

Waiting to be breathed

‘Fore exhales whispered

Wistful stories

As wondering wisps

To evening’s branched,

Bending ears. ; )

By couraged will, one may pass a merestone.

By persistence, one may progress alone.

Be aware, though, of direction signs shown

And keep forwarding forth if all is known;

Else, step a turn before goal becomes groan. ; )