Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening      Original poem by Robert Frost As I walk this dusty path                                     acres and acres of neutral sand  …

after Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep, With branches arching across the divide In the road like spandrels of a cathedral Their tips touching in a loving embrace. Who is to know where this one leads? Down the trodden path I do…

An easy silence, thick and quiet No words and stories told Walking through the forest Cold and shivers creeping in The smoky powder filling the sky The trees bare, combed away by the wind Chill rushing through without a light A lonely place to walk…

Choices (My opening line is from Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)   Between the woods and frozen lake neither path I wish to take, For survival I must choose one I’ll wait for the arrival of the sun.   The…

Just past the starting line Up too early ~ life divine “And miles to go before I sleep.”*   Here I am ~ for 24 hours Each hour, my mile As my words begin to pile   22 more now, before I sleep   On…

The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Summer Interrupted Winter’s deepest peace was designed to gather strength for summer, the time for hardest work. So were my reflections remembering my horse that winter evening. We kept our commitments which swept…

It’s a balancing act Both motherhood and the stairs. We teeter Tiny fingers wrapped around grime Covered metal bars. You don’t touch those You touch the rail But the rails eludes her, Even on her tippiest toes. Also, the choice: Grime or germs. My hand…

* Trigger Warning: Violence * the static crackle voices break the heavy air still shrill with hate sweat, blood and screams pierce through his soul the darkest evening of the year. he gives his radio a shake to ask if there is some mistake. the…

to watch his woods fill up with snow – a golden shovel based on Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening sometimes your work, your job, the place you are going to is not more important than the time it takes to watch…

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