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
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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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