Winter-dusk, aglow
tangerine yawn
spilling on snow
covering lawns:
in windows again
candles are lit
showing the lanes
whom it befit
finding our home
comforting kiss
after we’ve roamed
recover what’s missed
Fragrance of snow
indefinable, known
but still it’s how
together we’ve grown
Today I host the Quadrille where we write poems of exactly 44 words containing one given word that today is snow which I think is befitting as snow has came early this year. They say it will be gone by Christmas, but still we have it. The scent of snow is quite unique, but I can never describe it.
December 11, 2023

I especially like the last stanza and “Fragrance of snow
indefinable,”
I spoke of the sound of snow.
And I like the “tangerine yawn
spilling on snow”. Grace said the snow was colored tangerine as well, I think I remember.🥰
snow borrows the color of sky
Thanks Melissa for remembering that line.
Love that tangerine yawn and the fragrance of freshly fallen snow. Yes, I agree about the color of the sky & snow.
Your rhyming verses are a delight.
I had so much fun writing then, but my first draft was 55 words so I had to cut down.
The scent of snow….crisp? fresh? Can those be smells? hmmmm yellow snow…always taught as a child not to eat it and I could add, not to smell it! PS: my Bing created image looks a bit similar to yours!
I thought that your image looked a bit like mine too… the smell of snow is something fresh and stale at the same time… it is really hard to describe.
If only we could bottle the fragrance of snow – and I wonder if it has a name, similar to petrichor. I love the use of colour, Björn, in the lines:
‘Winter-dusk, aglow
tangerine yawn
spilling on snow
covering lawns’.
You always know that scent… and indeed just like petrichor…
Bjorn that place reminds me of my grandparents’ home. They lived at the bottom of a fairly steep hill on a road that wasn’t plowed in wintertime so it was perfect for sledding.
That sounds like a wonderful place to come to on a snowy afternoon.
It was. My cousin and I stayed there a lot, and we slept in the back –cold!– bedroom. Grandma put a thick feather tick over us and that kept us warm.
I remember going to be in a cold bet my mother made hot water bottle for us
“Tangerine yawn,” “fragrance of snow indefinable, known” wedded to a couple’s growth together in this landscape — Soooo lovely.
Thank you… it is like this when the winter is at its best.
the tangerine yawn in both poem and pic stand out.
When you get a sunset like that it is perfect
I have always enjoyed a good sunset
What a lovely picture/poem of winter you’ve put together Bjorn! It never snows where I live although I have touched snow twice in my lifetime of 70+ years. I did have a chuckle at your prompt and for a very brief second thought that the given word was ‘drumroll’ – hahahahaha…
Luv the romantic nuance
Much♡love
This sings! A new carol.
I feel the clean scent of snow after reading your poem, and imagine my loved ones discussing it with my as we are gathered around the fire. Very evocative, your poem is.
“Fragrance of snow indefinable,” so true. Thanks for the fun prompt. No snow yet, but I’m looking forward to it.
What a beautiful description of the sky Bjorn – beautiful 💕
I like a tangerine yawn spilling over the snow…and it conveys that warmth of home, that’s so lovely to come home to.
Beautiful words here and a lovely image.
tangerine yawn – how beautiful! (It is 28 deg C here… I’m trying to recollect the “fragrance of snow” from years ago!!)
The fragrance of snow and coming home… it’s who we are!
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You’ve created beautiful visuals of the snow, Björn. This is just so lovely.
Beautifully imagistic work indeed, Bjorn. And thanks for hosting!
Nice poem, Bjorn. “Fragrance of snow indefinable, known . . .” is what we’ve missed? Thanks for the prompt, it was fun writing for it (and for you, our host).
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Tangerine yawn, and fragrance of snow – I love these words especially – lovely writing 💞
Your title reminds me of the title of the book ‘Miss Smilla’s Feeling for Snow’ which is one of my favourite novels. And then I also love ‘tangerine yawn’ – such a perfect description!
How delightful, Sir! 😀
Much love,
David
A really nice job here. Your words roll around in my head and this poem needs to be read aloud, so I whisper, the house asleep.
Your rhyming quadrille is lovely! Fragrance of snow, colors in the art … perfect for the Holiday season, the Winter season.
Lovely poem. I like the idea of the fragrance of snow…and the image of the sunset on the snow as a tangerine yawn. Will you also please share this comment with Sherry, whose interview with you I enjoyed, but I was not allowed to comment on that site: “Thanks, Sherry, for this very informative interview… and thanks for publishing Björn’s beautiful poem along with it.”
I will share that, it was a long time since that interview was done.
Thanks, Björn, for the poem and inspiration and for hosting the Quadrille Monday!
Beautiful!
So cozy. Well done. 👏