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Fine Rime

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Every day, a photograph, a poem. On the lovely day of freezing fog retreating down the coulee, I stood close to sagebrush wearing the results of the passing, freezing fog in a slight wind: ice needles called soft rime.

Fine Rime

Fog, water vapors
In the air,
Passing onto
Sagebrush there
Freezing then
On Cold wind’s flair
Forming icy needles
Sagebrush wears.

Sheri Edwards
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
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  1. We have a phenomenon here called “frost flowers”. They only appear on one particular plant, the wingstem. When we hit the first teens in the fall some of the wingstem burst with these amazing frozen flowers. Not all appear at once as a steady stream of them keep blooming with ice on a regular basis. They are a very plain weed most of the spring/summer/fall, but they explode in the fall and winter.

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