Around the Oxbow along Rt. 5 in Northampton, Mass, the ice begins to take form.
The morning sun creeps over the mountain.
The ice begins to growl as if it is hungry.
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost