Sevenling (any day now)

It’s Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem using the word (or encompassing the concept of) “blanket”.
Thanks to Merril for hosting and getting us started…


(Not familiar with the Sevenling form? Read all about it HERE. Fair Warning: Addictive.)


Sevenling (any day now)

Any day now, Autumn’s morning frost
will become Winter’s morning snow
burying the blanket of the season’s fallen leaves.

Some days are longer than others. Some,
even though we call them “Solstice,” last
and last and last. Some never end.

Today must be someday.

dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #113
~ Blanket Us ~


20 thoughts on “Sevenling (any day now)

  1. I like the compact nature of the sevenling and it worked well here. We are definitely at the any day now point. I saw frost on the grass last week. Luckily pulled the plants that had been put out for the summer in so they escaped death.

  2. “Some never end” – you set the stage for this desolate statement very well, and then the final line. Time stretched almost beyond the bearable, now. Cleverly done, Ron.

  3. An atmospheric sevenling-quadrille, Ron. I love Autumn’s morning frost and blankets of leaves – I still kick about in them in my wellies – but am no fan of Winter’s morning snow, not that we’ve seen much here for a few years. I like the philosophical pondering about the length of days – depends on one’s age. 🙂

  4. kaykuala
    Some days are longer than others.

    Yes Ron, the long days are coming. Perhaps to encourage us to rest and easily take on a similarity of acts of hibernation of the small animals!


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