The woods are empty, none to show, The ice has made the stream quite slow,
And hours again until I go,
And hours again until I go.
Tag: Robert Frost
wrong turns?
I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.
And that will make all the difference.
all in the same storm?
convenient, I say, They in their boat, I in mine. Let’s just blame the storm.
defying atrophy 