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A Terza Rima For The Vocal "The Sound of First Frost" Challenge
Introduction
This is a Terza Rima.
Terza rima was invented early in the fourteenth century by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his narrative poem, the Divine Comedy, which he set in hendecasyllabic lines.
The music is "White Winter Hymnal" by Fleet Foxes
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A Walk Through The Forest Where Gold Has Turned White
Hear The Crunch Of The Frost As You Walk The Path
See Your Cold, Clouded Breath In The Morning Light
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A Cold Wind Is Blowing More Snow From The South
The Leaves Of The Trees With Frost Are Now Whitened
The Forest Is In the Grip Of Winter's Wrath
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Athough We Never Thought This Summer Would End
Autumn Came, Now The Frosts Of Winter Are Here
The Sound Of The First Frost, As Snowflakes Descend
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This White Forest Ushers The End Of The Year
Winter Is With Us, And Autumn Has Now Gone
The Sound Of The First Frost Is What We Now Hear
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Frosted Twigs Shining Silver In Winter's Sun
Ice On Puddles, Cracking Underfoot, Frozen
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Comments (8)
I love the way this makes me feel. Some people flood Florida in the winter. I'd rather go north.
Ah. Those stunning last two lines!! Atmospheric!
Beautiful, Mike <3 you make this form appear so easy to write.
This one makes me almost want to analyse every line. Especially when I read this 'gold has turned to white'. I love how you made us imagine the leaves crunch while pulling our minds to the crunch of the frost. Nice visual imagery with the cold clouded breath in the morning light. I like the idea of the forest being in the grip of winters wrath. Love the alliteration too. I like the vibe you evoked. It got even stronger, the winter vibe. When I read this line, 'the sound of the first frost is what we now hear' Absolutely love how you didn't forget about the sun in the last two lines. Fantastic work Mike. π€β€οΈ
Lovely, Mike. I am so glad you like this poetry format.
Love this evocation of winter! "Frosted Twigs Shining Silver In Winter's Sun" - perfection.
What a beautiful and wonderful honor you do for the future winter season. Good job.
Oooo, this gave me vibes of Robert Frost. Loved your beautiful poem!