ct1967:
"We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold."-Sir Walter Scott
ct1967:
"The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on." ~ Carl Sandburg
ct1967:
"What miracle of weird transforming; Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?" ~ John Greenleaf Whittier
ct1967:
"How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days." ~ John Burroughs