Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Original poem by Robert Frost
As I walk this dusty path acres and acres of neutral sand stretch to my right stretch to my left
Merging with the yellow muted sky above the monotonous desert Unmoved by the ever present
shades of beige and tan and gray to retain my humanity my very sanity my sight my mind sees the woods are lovely dark and deep
I live the way you’ve wrapped your own very atmospheric lines into this poem echoing Robert Frost’s lines. Your sense of stasis is so powerful and the final breaks in the closing line is beautiful – who know where this place and these woods will take you!
Thank you Anne! I’m very honored by your praise. I do wish I could figure out the formatting on the site, so my poetry would appear as I’ve written it! Thank you again! 🙏