Thursday, February 13, 2014

Fire Of The Frost ...

"It is the life of the crystal,
 the architect of the flake, 
 the fire of the frost,
 the soul of the sunbeam, 
This crisp winter air is full of it."
                             ~ John Burroughs
                                   ~ 1837-1921
                               ~ "Winter Sunshine"
                                                    ~ 1875                        

An artistic view of leaves frozen in a chunk of ice in January at Wehr's Covered Bridge Park, Orefield, Pennsylvania reminded me of the line penned by John Burroughs.