Rime coats the grass early each morning
now that December is mid-month.
I walk, my boots break the crust.
They make a pleasing “crunch.”
The print trail behind
sullies the frost.
©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
I'm hoping no reader is a meteorologist, as he or she would be obligated to point out that hoar frost and rime are not the same kind of frost, as used here!
Great poem ... I hear and feel that crunch. (we have it too.)ReplyDelete
Thank you. I love that first crunch, if I can get to it before the dog messes it all up.Delete
Meteorology be damned; this is nonetilicious.ReplyDelete
Coined a word, did you? I like it! It did take me a moment to figure it out! Thanks.Delete
Maybe, the trail will bring someone the speaker doesn't mind to be found by.ReplyDelete
That could be. Hopefully so. Maybe she or he hopes someone takes the trouble.Delete
P.S. The note made me giggle.ReplyDelete
Glad to hear it! If it wasn't included I can just hear the correction...Delete
No escaping. (Somehow rime sounds more poetic than hoar!!!)ReplyDelete
Phewy to meteorologists Lisa; poets make their own rules.ReplyDelete
I agree, we can get away with a lot of "mistakes" by claiming poetic license!Delete
You've captured the experience well. I recall such frosty mornings in my childhood. I'm happy to relive them only in your vivid poem, not in actuality. (Hate the cold.)ReplyDelete
Oh, I dislike cold too! My current house keeps warm (not efficiently, the electric heating is in the ceiling), for years before it was a freezing cold house.Delete
Nice poem I love the crunch of snowReplyDelete
Me too, the first day, then I'd like it to be gone!Delete
And you wear pointy toed shoes. Lisa, I like your shape poem. I like the crunch also. We never get that in Houston but I had my plenty in New Hampshire (three years work) and Nebraska (birth and growing up).ReplyDelete
Oh yes, I am still a note taker, I even take sermon notes in church. Very seldom though do I return to those. Good for your daughter, Mrs. Jim's was English and History as a future teacher in mind.
Thank you. I don't mind a "crunch" early in the morning, but I hate it lasting all day!Delete
i won't be able to experience such "crunch" over tropical here. :)ReplyDelete
by the way, what is the name for this structure/format of the poem,
with a one syllable decreasing counr?
It's a nonet. I'm glad you could see it. I looked at it on my phone and I couldn't tell.Delete