Frost: The First Touch of Winter

While the colors of autumn leaves are associated with fall, frost is associated with winter. For all that the two often coexist, when people see the delicate touch of frost, their minds turn to the coming winter. Even people who enjoy winter often feel a bit of melancholy at the sight of frost. What does frost mean to you?

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory. …”
– John Geddes

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.”
– Roman Payne

“Life is very tough and fragile at the same time; it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As an evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night.”
– Anthony Liccione

“But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.”
– Victoria Steele Logue

“If a solution fails to appear … and yet we feel success is just around the corner, try resting for a while. … Like the early morning frost, this intellectual refreshment withers the parasitic and nasty vegetation that smothers the good seed. Bursting forth at last is the flower of truth.”
– Santiago Ramon y Cajal

“Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry. Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition. Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor. In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in … But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”
– Vera Nazarian

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