For the description show and tell, I chose a Robert Frost poem titled, "Stars":
How countlessly they congregate
O'er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow!-
As if with keeness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,-
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
This poem brings crisp images to mind: a cold winter night with a clear sky, a blanket of white on the hillsides, the perfect conditions for star-gazing. Frost compares the stars to the eyes of Minerva, the goddess of wisdom. But these "eyes" do not have the gift of sight. The powerful imagery suggests that even stars are a bit vulnerable.
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