Fragrance of snow

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

Image created by Bing to suit the poem

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

42 responses to “Fragrance of snow

  1. 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.🥰

  2. 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.

  3. 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!

  4. 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’.

  5. 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.

  6. “Tangerine yawn,” “fragrance of snow indefinable, known” wedded to a couple’s growth together in this landscape — Soooo lovely.

  7. 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…

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  9. 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).
    ..

  10. 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!

  11. 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.”

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