By morning the frozen pond had thawed, and ducks glided across the open water.

A silver thaw lay across the meadow, sparkling like powdered glass in the morning sun.

A thaw-drop slid down the windowpane as the morning sun melted the frost.

Late in the afternoon, thaw-drops fell from the eaves, pattering softly onto the frozen path.

When the thaw wind swept across the moor, icicles began to drip and the frozen streams started to run.

Leave the frozen chicken on the counter to thaw out completely before cooking.

The freeze-thaw damage on the bridge required immediate repairs before winter returned.

Local historians documented several silver thaws that exposed buried artifacts.