Enamored of the woods long before
I came to know, love Robert Frost
As a boy I knew contemplative pull of
woods ‘lovely, dark and deep’
I had trod same, worn paths in summer
not until I was well an adult did I discover
The seductive, enveloping character of
winter woods, watch them fill with snow
Monochromatic pine-green and white
quiet cacophony of flakes fluttering, landing
Listening to your own breathing, seeing it –
wisps of you becoming one with the woods
Those woods remain in mind lovely, dark –
deep in nooks of memory, lodged in my psyche
As always, they have their promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2022
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The line break at the end of the third stanza is excellent, as is the ending and it’s double entendre. ( I assume you doubled up for effect and meaning.)
I could feel the snow crunching as I enjoyed your poem.