We had our first hard frost this morning. For some reason I thought a poem should be used to describe it. I googled "hard frost" and it turns out other people thought it was worth a poem. So here is my poem.
the leaves have fallen
the daylight has shortened
the temperatures are slowly dropping
the sun sits lower in the sky
the shadows are longer
and the final sign of impending winter
this morning, a hard frost
Upon further research, we technically didn't have a hard frost this morning. I think it was a hoar frost but the poem stays anyway. Hoar frost sounds like a venereal disease and it makes me laugh, so no hoar frost poem from me.
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