Fire

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.”

--Victor Hugo

The first frost...

"I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the Autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of Summer dawns. The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with silver rime and dry thistle heads rise like goblets plated with silver catching the sun."

-- Edwin Way Teale

The Nightingale and the Rose

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."