Before the blizzard there is fall
with colours kissed by frost at night
when darkness grows as winter calls
Before the blizzard there is fall
when still the daylight can be bright
in days of sunlight autumn stalls
Before the blizzard there is fall
with colours kissed by frost at night
Before it falls the last still hangs
we cling to autumn on this leaf
when winter comes he bares his fangs
Before it falls the last still hangs
but cloaked in twilight comes the thief
to kill, to do the whole shebang.
Before it falls the last still hangs
we cling to autumn on this leaf
The winter. cloaked, a killer, smug
he hides behind the hues of fall
his breath is felt by bird and bug
The winter. cloaked, a killer, smug
the moonlight shadows see him crawl
destroying angel, mugger, thug
The winter. cloaked, a killer, smug
he hides behind the hues of fall
Today Laura hosts dVerse with the task of writing 3 stanzas with several options. My choice was to write 3 triolets with each stanza containing three words //blizzard.hangs.smug for a place using what3words.com.
October 3, 2024
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love the way your trio of poems is linked, Björn, and especially the phrase ‘colours kissed by frost at night’.
such a brilliant read – the linkage between stanzas, seasonal advancement and the killer of the snows
“cloaked in twilight comes the thief”
Early snow kills… history is full of that
wow that is a brilliant poem
BRAVO!!! Luv it
much🤍love
This is well done the movement through the seasons and stanzas.
Love this line so beautiful
there is fall
with colours kissed by frost at night
A very nice combination of verses!
An interesting exercise. Great take Bjorn
Winter strikes cold and deep in this poem.
I just love how all three stanzas are connected and flow so smoothly. Winter sounds as cold as could be.
most excellent! … well done 🙂
Winter is a sneaky little killer. I was thinking this was another haunting poem at first.
These are all beautifully descriptive, Bjorn. I like the last one best
The three stanza verse grows and grows…..meaning it absolutely begs to be read aloud, for rhythem and for the way the words curl around the tongue…and delivered with potency would be quite something..really needs an actor to read…I suppose most poetry should be heard, some can by readying of course, but this one, I can really here delivered from a stage.