My Snowy Woods

He gives his harness bells a shake/to ask if there is some mistake……but I have promises to keep/and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost’s Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening…. a poem we memorized in 7th grade, I still hold precious.

Promises, promises, so many promises.
I shake free the harness of my thinking
as the ringing roar of memories and time
course my veins.

meditation bowl of forgiveness pulsing in my heart
whispers: ride the wave, love and letting go
will set you free