Robert Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
December 27, 2019 · 2 Comments
Judith Brice and Charles W. Brice: Two Winter Poems
. Today, Of White After ‘Early Spring Thaw’ by Di Brandt Today my bones shudder and shake— quake with the wanton cold of winter her snows of white … Continue reading
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