Read the text. The figure of speech is shown in bold.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose to reassure herself that what she was seeing was real.
They had left the silver glint of a biting autumn evening; and now around them everything was golden with light. The grasses of the field were a tender new green, and scattered about were tiny, multicoloured flowers.
From Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time. Copyright 1962 by Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, Ltd.