“Between the woods and frozen lake…” Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, line 7.   Between the woods and frozen lake A figment in the snow A foreign sign found at daybreak What is it? I don’t know I ponder should I take…

Do you think I’m the kind of person Who has a plan and makes it happen? When weaving a spider’s web, do they think it out? Or do they just start walking, while leaking A fine gossamer line from end to end of a corner…

2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – “the fading fae forest”   Prompt line chosen from “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost ~line selected: ‘Whose woods these are I think I know’~   The woods were astonishingly beautiful They were They WERE…

“The darkest evening of the year” -Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening the first time you hold his neck he tells you that it is a palace only a queen enters you tell him you are his queen then he shows you…

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…

– after Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep. I promise myself to be true first to me. I promise to honor you and me before we. I promise to meet tough moments with grace. I promise…

But I have promises to keep,    And miles to go before I sleep,                            Robert Frost   Promises kept or broken as the miles disappear in the rear view mirror. Time to sleep approaches. Distances are closer than they appear.  

Stillness (Hour Two) Between the woods and frozen lake there is a little stretch of sand you reach it by the pathway there amid the rushes and the cattails worn down and crushed beneath the tentative step of whitetailed deer. Between the woods and frozen…

I wake up in a forest and assume it is a dream But there is no wind in sleep and the way the gentle breeze wraps arms around my doubts, I know I am awake. It is no forest I’ve known, for the trees carry…