These white mornings
when the wind roars
rattling the bare branches
of all the ash trees
and the rooks
ride the wind
like crazy kids on bikes,
these are winter,
the mud splashed
January winter of
empty lanes
and full ditches
and creeping dark.
De’s behind the bar tonight, and we’re quadrilling with a roar. Pop over to dVerseand scribble along.
Sarah writes poems 
I have almost forgotten how it can be close to the sea… it seldom roars here… Love those rooks riding the wind.
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Sarah, this is simply stunning:
“the mud splashed
January winter of
empty lanes
and full ditches
and creeping dark.”
Goodness. LOVE.
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Perfect description for January winter nights.
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Very vivid description
Happy Monday
Much✏love
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I am listening to wind roaring and rattling branches as I read and type, Sarah. It’s also whistling down the chimney and making the fire in the kitchen flare, a place where want to be as my study is freezing! I love the image of the rooks riding the wind like crazy kids on bikes and the phrase ‘mud splashed January’ – it certainly is!
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An excellent piece; love me some soaring rooks. You captured January in a bottle, held afloat by a mere 44 words; wonderful wordplay.
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A mud splashed January winter….this is great description! 🙂
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I like this one very much, understated, but so vivid.
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Roars rattling the branches of the trees is a vivid sound in my head.
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Love your poem, but it reminds me one reason January is my least favorite month.
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beautiful
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Wow- Sarah- this is so full of blustery life!
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Perfect description of a January winter day! Brrr
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I like your description of the rooks in the wind.
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The winter winds do roar along the shorelines. You have captured a winter day with precision.
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I can hear wind slapping the bare branches around. A picture in words. Nice
Pat
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i agree with Dee.. Just gorgeous.
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Brrrr, I can feel the stark cold and the force of the wind that rattles.
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Such a powerful quadrille. In one sentence layering the creeping dark of morning, the sounds and sights. A quiet poem filled with power.
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I think this captures January perfectly!
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Such a lovely succinct description. I really like the way it moves through the day from morning to night, from loud to quiet, always remaining so true to a real winter’s day. Makes me want to be outside and then in and I can feel and smell it so clearly even though you don’t directly mention those senses. Good writing!
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rooks
ride the wind
like crazy kids on bikes
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I love the images you create here–the rooks riding the wind…
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