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.
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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!