A cold frosty morning - Even in the town, low bushes and lower parts of trees are filmed white in fine contrast to the sun-yellowed tops. The steady wind of yesterday has hard the snow’s surface. Going down the meadow to the “Brook” weeds are bristled with fern like plinths of frost. The Brook was fairylike, - the black ice dotted with white bunches of fernilke frost. Here and there the water gave forth solitary warbles, like a blackbird’s liquid call.
Charles Burchfield, January 30, 1915