spill me shimmer-grins
open clouds
unjar, unshadow me
come spark my cue
to skip-twist bubble-dance
to smile and journey home
to hibernate
wait for spring
please lull me, melt me
breeze me roses,
on leaves of green
unicicled encircle me
come kiss me warm
The Kiss by Théodore Géricault
A second offering for De’s quadrille at dVerse. This time using all words we have had as of yet.
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November 7, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Clever to incorporate all the cues.
I don’t think they will feel winter at all
The dance of spring with first snow. Very energetic poem.
That sounds enticing, thaw me like melting snow beneath your touch, Bears hibernate in the warmth of caves.
wow! That’s a quadrille tour de force!
Wonderful, I love this! :o)
I thought I had read this already, and commented? Ah, well. LOVE, as usual. You do wonders with the all-the-words ones. Always.
As you do my friend
Beautiful. “Breeze me roses”… Bkm
Wow, you aced it again, Bjorn…excellent!
come spark my cue
to skip-twist bubble-dance
to smile and journey home
to hibernate
wait for spring
Sigh… gorgeous!! ❤️
A pirate peg legged hop. Shiver me timbers!
Best way to beat the cold!
Lovely words. All hail Spring.
Kind regards
Anna :o]