It was a chilly winter's night; And frost was glitt'ring on theground, And evening stars were twinkling bright; — William Barnes Copy Share Image
“That night the first frost of autumn struck Tucker's Grove. It crept up from the ground, snaring the fragile roots of plants. It emerged from the air, etching its signature on window-panes. A portent. The year was nearing its end.… — Kevin J. Anderson Copy Share Image
