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Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. – Robert Frost, Birches

Frost 1

Frost 2

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – He paints in nature and describes in rime –Thomas Hood

Frost 3

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. ~  The Battle of Life by Charles Dickens