A Letter To Mr Frost
A Letter to Mr. Frost
I walked again with Mr. Frost
‘cross dew dampened lea
quietly gave thanks to him
just for inviting me.
I gazed at leaf and tree and limb
the beauty that he saw in them
resembling lovers, children, dreams
serenaded by clear pastured streams.
I skipped through fields
followed footprints bolder
down hardscrabbled paths
past boulder on boulder.
We stood in the cold
lonely darkness in white
dreading the miles
left to travel that night.
We took the less traveled
so that we could seek
the duplicitous meaning
of that tongue in his cheek.
John G. Lawless
5/29/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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