February fill-dyke –
hard to love
when the sky is
dish-cloth grey
and the rain
runs tumble tilt
down the lane.
and the wind is
a slap, not a kiss,
but today
the sky is
bird-song blue
and I believe
in spring.-
The De-light-ful De is hosting at dVerse, and it’s quadrille night! Our word is “kiss” . Come and play with us!
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Oh, Sarah. So much love for your use of words here. Especially:
“when the sky is
dish-cloth grey
and the rain
runs tumble tilt
down the lane.”
I, too, believe in Spring. And I’m ready for it!
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Fill-dyke, that’s exactly what it’s been here. I like this, and the birdsong-blue ending.
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The dishcloth grey… so very apt for February… those blue sky days are worth a fortune.
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It is a long way to spring here but oh! those lovely winter blue skies. One truly does belive in spring when looking up.
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Lovely wordsmithing and hopeful close; very nice. We have a foot of fresh snow, electric blue skies
and temps in the 20’s; driving the foothills around us is dangerous.
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We have mud.
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Your choice of words in this are just fantastic. I really enjoyed reading it back and turning tumble-tilt over.
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Delightful the way the words skip down the page with ease. I especially like,
“the rain
runs tumble tilt
down the lane.
and the wind is
a slap, not a kiss,”
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Thank you. I wanted the words to tumble, too.
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You did. I am impressed.
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it feels like a cold wind tunnel — and then you walk out into blue skies. nice effect
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Thank you. Feels like that some days 😌
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I’m completely taken with “sky is bird-song blue and I believe in spring”. As for me, I’ll believe it when I see it. 😀
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It will come. It will.
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Love this part:
“when the sky is
dish-cloth grey
and the rain
runs tumble tilt
down the lane.”
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I love this February fill-dyke, Sarah! I particularly love the phrases ‘the rain runs tumble tilt’ and the wind’s ‘a slap, not a kiss’, and the ‘bird-song blue’ sky that renews belief in spring.
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I love the tumbling sound of your words here, “the tumble tilt.” I believe, too!
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When the sky is dish cloth grey- Wow Sarah. Amazing description.
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Birdsong blue is beautiful!! ❤️ Such stunning imagery, Sarah! 🙂
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I can handle winter rain, but when “the wind is a slap, not a kiss,” that’s what makes me long for spring. I love the word-smithing.
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I am reading your wonderful poem sarah, while watching out my window as snow fall continues into the second week, dumping more on top the 15 inches we already have. Trying to believe in Spring. But the wind and cold have been slapping more than kissing. Your poem gives mr hope, thank you… 🙂
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Lovely. I will think of this when I see snow.
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Love this!
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Cool; yes, there are those gray weather times that are hard to love, but then youend it with blue sky hope.
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Ooh, such a well-crafted image: “when the sky is/dish-cloth grey/and the rain/runs tumble tilt/down the lane.”
Also, I loved that believing in spring end.
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“the sky is
bird-song blue”
i never thought of this! love it
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Oh I LOVE this description of fickle February….and most especially these words:
“and the rain
runs tumble tilt
down the lane”
It seems there is always at least one day when February teases us with spring-like temperatures and a “bird-song blue” sky….and then she slaps us again with her winds, sometimes snow and sleet. That’s exactly what she’s supposed to hit us with here this afternoon and tonight in Boston. And a week ago, for the New England Patriots victory parade through the city, it was a balmy mid-60s and people were out by the millions with no coats etc! Day before and day after, burr.
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Great word choices! Tumble tilt… Perfect.
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Love the flow from grey/sad to hope/spring 🙂
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Nice description of the sky: “when the sky is
dish-cloth grey” And the slap and kiss of the wind.
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Kissing Lost and Kissing
Found Kissing Seeks
And Kissing
Finds
But where
is the Kiss Now..:)
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“Birdsong blue” and “tumble-tilt”
Love these words and your beautiful poem.
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A beautiful downpour of alliteration and capitvating imagery! 🙂
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