Better days will come, my friend, at least that's what they say, and we will rejoice at their dawn. The lost along the way are strewn along the petaled path we spy, spirals into the hidden curve behind us. Before us the road well-hidden still bends there in the undergrowth. Moments turn to hours, goodnight turns to morrow... And way has led to way as has been told, and years and years from now, we - We will tell tales of a time when better days lay ahead. cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: Robert Frost
The little horse has passed, still her harness bells summon
snowfalls shared, quiet leas, and the long dark nights of winter.
© Chagall 2017
The woods were lovely, dark and deep,
And I’ve fulfilled my pledge to keep,
With miles behind me now I sleep,
With miles behind me now I sleep.
With great humility, respect and love for Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I imagine woods where snow falls still
in dark along a fieldstone wall that separates the fires
Hickory smoke like old gray wool, natty dressed in starlight,
the steam of living creatures is crystal in the air, tears
crunch underfoot, whose tears they are
I think I know
© Chagall 2014
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