Saturday, February 1, 2014

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Morning; Forgive Me, Mr. Frost

Whose woods these are I could care less.
I'm simply hiking to relieve the stress.
I hope no one sees me stopping here
To catch my breath, before on I press.

My friends, I'm sure, think I'm crazy
To be out here when I could be lazy,
But I love the snow upon the ground,
And as it falls from the clouds so hazy.

All the turkeys must think it queer
That I trudge past their cabin here
Between the woods and icy creek
The snowiest morning of the year.

The woods are quiet, soft, and deep;
But I have self-promises to keep,
And miles to go; the thought makes me weep.
And so many hours to endure before I sleep.


  1. Got my mental boots on and am out trudging with you in empathy for some of those grieving thoughts I am sure are a part of those walk. Isn't the gentle hug of nature a wonderful comforter?

    1. Yes, Linda, being outdoors quiets my fears, and lets me focus on something bigger than myself. I love being outside. Speaking of which...

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