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Rime in Time

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Every day, a photograph, a poem. On Sunday the fog retreated, brushing winter’s landscape with icy crystals. This freezing fog ice is called rime.

Rime in Time

Slowly creeping away,
Fog leaving a trace
Of where it slept
Now ice is kept
As crystals white
A sagebush sight
For winter’s brush
A silent hush
When fog slips away
Only rime will stay.

Sheri Edwards
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
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