Some Say in Ice

My back yard this morning.  Usually there are tall ornamental grasses but this morning they are covered in ice and drooping.

They remind me of this favorite Robert Frost poem:

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.

I learned this morning that a former boss is in her last hours of her life.  She changed my life in huge and positive ways and I wish her a peaceful last journey.