Donald Culross Peattie
An Almanac for Moderns
September Fifth
[entry devoted to asters]
Here some call the white ones frostflower, for they come as the frost comes, as a breath upon the landscape, a silver rime of chill flowering in the old age of the year.
I like how this sentence creeps in a fashion similar to its subjects (frost and flowers).
And so for day 2832
13.09.2014