The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
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Be nice, be clean, Hate is not the way, it is never to late to make a change
Ohhhhh, So very famous poem writer. I like the poems he writes. They make sense...
Robert Frost was a sorcerer with verses... his magic with words is quite unfathomable. I love his work... and am ardent fan of his writings.
Like the sea's return! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A wonderful poem in harmony with nature and her manifestations. Thanks for sharing it here.
a lovely atmospheric poem that takes you deep into the wet woods?
I could curl up in an armchair in front of a fire reading this several times in a row, tasting its images, opened up to nature as Frost lived with it.
Be by love in the wet woods... thanks for sharing....
It is rich in all flavor. Readers can savor it all together in one taste. Makes you shiver in sweetness, makes you tearful in his spice of adventure through the circumstances, and well, makes it a good food to the mind and heart.
hiiiiiii hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooow yallllllllllllllll doing? havin a good day/