I love you like the rain loves dry earth,
seeping into pores, darkening dust,
releasing its ripe scent.
I love you like leaves drink the dew
and hide their sheen in shadows
’til midday.
I love you as the dapple on a pond,
as the shiver on the flanks of horses
come to drink.
I love you as thrumming on a roof,
clatter of windows in the wind,
clouds’ tympani and strobe.
I love you as birdsong,
hopeful as April.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
What a wonderful set of similes to describe love… what a refreshing view that makes me think of Shakespeare’s sonnet 18… love it.
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High praise, Bjorn. It’s one of my favorites: “…So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, / So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.” Hope that holds for all of us who leave our breadcrumbs on pages for our loves.
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Swoon!!!! This is wonderful, Sarah! A beautiful love poem…I think I shall read it aloud to my husband of 47 years tonight 🙂 ❤
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I’d be honored if you would share it. This was another poem for my husband. (He gets a lot of them, but then, he deserves it.)
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This is so light and lovely!
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Thanks, Jane.
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🙂
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Oooh – birdsong hopeful in April. Beautiful line!
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Thank you, Jilly.
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I like this bit best-clouds’ tympani and strobe.
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Thanks a lot, Alison. That line alluded me for awhile, but settled into place about the third day.
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I liked best love as birdsong which you described as hopeful as April.
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Always hopeful, Frank. Gotta love like you’ve never been hurt, right?
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It is raining here today – gentle and steady. I think I too am going to read this to my husband tonight. Thank you for this lovely poem. All the ways to love rain….
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Raining here too this morning. Love it! And I’d be honored to have you read it to your husband. Those guys we married are the best, aren’t they!
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So very sweet. I especially love this part that conjures passionate love:
I love you as thrumming on a roof,
clatter of windows in the wind,
clouds’ tympani and strobe.
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Thanks a lot, Nosaint.
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Sarah, this is breathtaking.
This line made ME shiver:
“I love you as the dapple on a pond,
as the shiver on the flanks of horses
come to drink.”
Just too gorgeous.
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Thanks, De. I secretly think that is my favorite too. I get some lovely memories conjured from that line.
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Such a beautiful love poem. How nice to have a heart so full of love!
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Yes, Bev, it truly is. Thank you.
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very nice – I particularly liked the earthy musky scents in the first – ‘darkening dust,
releasing its ripe scent’. Thank you.
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You’re more than welcome, Peter. Thanks for reading.
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Oh, to receive such a beautiful love poem, Sarah! It puts me in mind of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43 – ‘let me count the ways’ in raindrops. I especially love the lines:
‘I love you as thrumming on a roof,
clatter of windows in the wind’
and
‘I love you as birdsong,
hopeful as April’.
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Wow! That’s really high praise, Kim. Thanks so much.
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Wow! That was truly romantic. Each note was beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Vandana. I love that you heard it as a song.
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A love poem to love!!!
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I love that dappling water. What a gorgeous poem, so many beautiful images.
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Thanks so much, Sarah.
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I love the ending, reminding me of April showers and the birds of spring!
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Thanks, Kathy. I think we need April and birds, even in the fall, and especially where love is concerned, don’t you?
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i love this poem, very sweet. 🙂
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Thank you, Emangarduque.
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Beautiful comparisons! Not only the words but the tone of the poem is romantic and dreamy.
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Thanks a lot, Jenna.
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I love you like the rain loves dry earth,
seeping into pores, darkening dust,
releasing its ripe scent.
Beautiful way of expressing the feelings for a loved one, very innovative way Sarah!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank.
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So, enchanting and love filled poem.
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Thanks so much, Vandana.
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