
The dVerse challenge for today is to write a Quadrille, 44 words which must include the word eye in the main body of the poem.
wet snowflakes evaporate on sidewalks and pavements while old man winter gives me the evil eye banshee winds blast, an exhalation of dark cloud-covered skies while spring's sweet anthems wait to arrive voiced in brilliant birdsong white pear trees burst forth in blossoms springtime © Colleen M. Chesebro

That’s a YES to springtime for me!
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Old Man Winter definitely wants to hang on–always–but spring will come!
I can almost taste those pear blossoms. 💙
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The entire street is filled with those white pear trees. It’s glorious. I can’t wait! ❤
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💙💙
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Let’s hear it for those white pear trees! ❤
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I can’t wait to see those blossoms. LOL! ❤
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So pretty, Colleen! it’s a beautiful poem. 🙂
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Yvette, thank you. 🙏🏻❤️
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Colleen, sounds about right and you know I know what MI weather is all about. Wonderful quadrille and nice to see you at dVerse.
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Hello, Lisa. I’m trying to get here when I can between projects. I love these challenges. ❤️
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❤
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Well we had snow today and I cannot wait to hear spring’s sweet anthems – birdsongs!
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Same here! I saw two gray juncos hiding in a bush. That was it. We’re so close now. 😍
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Ah…you’ve captured Old Man Winter’s final stand so well here….and the glee of spring’s arrival….most beautiful inserting the pear tree.
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Thank you. In Spry, our neighborhood streets are lined with white pear blossoms. It’s stunning! ❤️
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The birds here have definitely decided on spring. There’s a cardinal that begins my mornings now. (K)
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I bet that sounds great. Even the robins are hiding now. 😂
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We’re supposed to get snow tomorrow…
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The ups and downs of springtime are upon us all. 😂❤️
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haha – The evil of eye of winter is still around here , but I see the winking eye of spring, flirting…
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LOL! Spring is such a tease! 😂
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Lovely description of the changing of seasons.
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Thank you. It was one of those days when we hovered on the brink between winter and spring.
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Yes, that evil eye most dreaded each season. Good for you staring it down.
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Thank you. The snow that fell yesterday, so my withering look must have worked. ❤
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Indeed. 😄
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It seems that you observe the change of seasons every day. Enjoy 🙂Beautiful poem and picture as well, dear Colleen! 🥰❤️
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Thank you, Jane. I do love writing about the seasons. That’s probably why I love haiku so much. ❤
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Welcome, dear Colleen! You get to experience and write such beautiful seasons. Without the experience, it is very difficult to look at pictures and write about seasons.BTW your haiku are lovely🙂❤️
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Love the sound of this poem. The repetition of the long “i” sound throughout.
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Thank you. This was so fun to write. I’ve got spring fever something bad. LOL! ❤
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pear blossoms always give me that enchanted feeling. so as this poem. ❤
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What a lovely comment thank you. Spring is magical. ❤️
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indeed!
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Beautiful expressions in welcoming spring, Colleen. ❤️
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Thanks, Franci. I’m ready for winter to be gone! ❤
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My pleasure, Colleen! Our forecast indicates we will have 20s and 30s this coming weekend. I hope this is winter’s last blast.
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Wow! ❄️🥶
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I am so ready for Spring now! You’ve painted the season perfectly.
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Many thanks. I feel the same way… enough with this winter stuff. It’s time to move on! ❤
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Beautiful capture of Spring’s soon arrival.
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Thanks, Denise. I’m pining away for spring in here. LOL! ❤
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A lovely quadrille …. spring arrives later in Central Oregon than your Michigan spring.
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Spring is usually here by May, Helen. This poem is just all wistful thinking and dreaming. ❤
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Spring is not quite here yet… but the days are sunny and nights are cold
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Same, here in Michigan. This was a lot of wistful thinking.
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There’s that banshee again 😀
Beautifully written, Colleen!
-David
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Awww, thank you! I added the banshee just for you! LOL! 😀
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Yeah, springtime! Thought it seems to have back tracked today. It was sleeting earlier🙂. A good write.
Pat
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Thanks, Pat. Yeah, spring is a big flirt right now! 🤦🏼♀️❄️🤣
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Your poetry is always exquisite Sis. Loved the comparison of the drab winter to the burst of spring ❤
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Thanks, Sis. I’ve got spring fever. 😂❤️
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No doubts!!! It’s been a brutal winter. Glad I’m missing the worst of it ❤ xx
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Mmmn. Like a serenade. Thanks. xo
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