So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!
John Greenleaf WhittierThe tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
John Greenleaf WhittierWhat moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?
John Greenleaf Whittier