The greys and whites of March do cling
Where sun’s recede has clouds in fief
So jealous of the green of Spring
The greys and whites of March do cling
Despite wheel’s might of change to bring
Where heat and hue will sing relief
The greys and whites of March still cling
The sun recedes with clouds in fief
Frank Hubeny is today’s host for d’Verse. Frank says:
To participate post a triolet or a poem that is almost a triolet on your blog.
Tao Talk 
I especially liked the line describing how the greys of March are jealous of Spring’s green.
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Thank you, Frank.
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I’m waiting for the end of March when the green doth cling. Well done!
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🙂 Me too! Thank you, Raivenne.
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You’ve an alluring poetic that just happens to be a triolet. I liked the line /despite wheel’s might of change to bring/. Nice internal rhyme. I’m still struggling some “with clouds in fief”, but it challenged my imagination.
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Thanks, Glenn, glad you enjoyed the poem. Clouds in fief to me means clouds rule the skies, and by extension the earth and the season at this time of year.
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Great use of the form, and I really like those pairings: grey and white, and heat and hue – there’s a nice rhythm there.
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Thanks, Sarah.
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Hmmm. I’m having difficulty envisioning clouds in fief, but the rest of the gloom describes my world today!
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Clouds owning the skies (and the earth.) It has to be so gloomy to be moving at this time of year for you.
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Enjoy your pictures!
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🙂 Thank you, Hans!
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I think we’re all waiting for the greys and whites to stop clinging!
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I think you’re right! Sorry for delay in responding; I found your comment in my spam folder.
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I am waiting for March to arrive knowing spring will follow soon. It’s been a long winter.
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You made great use of colours in your triolet, Jade, which reflect the colours outside my window this morning, with a few added splashed of first daffodil yellow.
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🙂 Thank you, Kim. Thank goodness for daffodils!
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Beware the (greys and) whites of march, winter is strong, but yet hope for spring is real.
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❤ Thanks for the encouragement. Right now it's difficult to see spring.
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I can only imagine. Tomorrow we enter autumn, and there will be no discernible difference from summer until May.
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So beautiful and melodic.
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Thank you, Linda.
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I always enjoy reading your words!
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❤
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March has not yet begun but I do believe it will be a gray and gloomy one. It seems lately that even when the sky is bright, the sun is hiding behind the clouds. Maybe waiting for April…
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I used March instead of February because of syllable count, but I agree with what it has in store for us.
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Hahaha, nice confession as you fell to the Syllable Gods!
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🙂
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I like you poem. Look like you got it very well!
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Thanks Dwight, glad you enjoyed it.
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this flow nicely … the gloom echoes your pic … nice and cooling for a sweltering day here 🙂
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However you have enjoyed it, I’m happy, thanks!
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absolutely … hope you have more cheerful weather soon 🙂
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As long as there is light coming back there is hope
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