A Very Cold Night

The sharpest frost I have ever seen.

The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind...
Whether the eaves drop fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining...
Coleridge, 'Frost at Midnight"


Come, lovely Morning, rich in frost
On iron, wood and glass.
W.H. Davies, 'Silver Hours'

Winter Wonderland

Ad hoc wine cooler.