“There were snow geese there—hundreds of them, white and crisp against the dark and shining water, and more coming in, sounding like trumpets as the sky drew downward. The season was turning.” — Erin Bow Copy Share Image
“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight” — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
