Winter Morning

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Writers' Pantry #50

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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.

Too easy

to find

me.

        ©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!

 

Comments

  1. HelenDecember 13, 2020 at 9:11 AM

    Great poem ... I hear and feel that crunch. (we have it too.)

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:09 AM

      Thank you. I love that first crunch, if I can get to it before the dog messes it all up.

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  2. Ron.December 13, 2020 at 9:23 AM

    Meteorology be damned; this is nonetilicious.

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:08 AM

      Coined a word, did you? I like it! It did take me a moment to figure it out! Thanks.

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  3. Magaly GuerreroDecember 13, 2020 at 9:55 AM

    Maybe, the trail will bring someone the speaker doesn't mind to be found by.

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:06 AM

      That could be. Hopefully so. Maybe she or he hopes someone takes the trouble.

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  4. Magaly GuerreroDecember 13, 2020 at 9:55 AM

    P.S. The note made me giggle.

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:07 AM

      Glad to hear it! If it wasn't included I can just hear the correction...

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  5. indybevDecember 13, 2020 at 11:16 AM

    No escaping. (Somehow rime sounds more poetic than hoar!!!)

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  6. Old EggDecember 13, 2020 at 3:23 PM

    Phewy to meteorologists Lisa; poets make their own rules.

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM

      I agree, we can get away with a lot of "mistakes" by claiming poetic license!

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeDecember 13, 2020 at 8:40 PM

    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.)

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:03 AM

      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.

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  8. MarjaDecember 14, 2020 at 12:59 AM

    Nice poem I love the crunch of snow

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:02 AM

      Me too, the first day, then I'd like it to be gone!

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  9. JimDecember 14, 2020 at 8:19 AM

    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).
    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.
    ..
    ..

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 7:02 AM

      Thank you. I don't mind a "crunch" early in the morning, but I hate it lasting all day!

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  10. dsnake1December 15, 2020 at 4:36 AM

    i won't be able to experience such "crunch" over tropical here. :)
    by the way, what is the name for this structure/format of the poem,
    with a one syllable decreasing counr?

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    1. LisaDecember 15, 2020 at 6:59 AM

      It's a nonet. I'm glad you could see it. I looked at it on my phone and I couldn't tell.

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