Steven Young Poet Free verse

Stopping By

hwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey 
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails

wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away

yet drawing nigh

so gentle and so kind

stopping by the horizon
on a summer's eve
"because it could not stop for me" *
(if you read poetry)

sage hills roll on

long after I'm gone


From "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost

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Jenna Logan July 26, 2022 at 9:25 AM Clouds shrouding the moon like pirate sails... Great writing, Steven. I love the way your lines include famous poems. To weave your words with those old poet masters is a fantastic idea. Steven Young July 26, 2022 at 11:29 AM Jenna, thank you. I've only begun to dive into your poems, but they are gems, so you, praising me means a lot!