On Frost's Descent, autumn is deep. Dew congeals to frost and falls so cold, hence the name it shall keep. Vitality of nature gradually fades, and ginkgo leaves flutter like golden butterflies. Tang Dynasty (618-907) poet Zhang Ji wrote in Mooring by Maple Bridge at Night: "The crows at moonset cry, streaking the frosty sky; Facing dim fishing boats neath maples, sad I lie." May life, like frost-kissed maple, remain serene, and warm as the sun under the eaves.
