Stopping, by the Woods

{and miles to go}


We are dropping
our leaves again,
and praying for rain.

Staking our claims
in silt and soil,
toiling long and hard

and deep. We are steeping
our paper-thin souls
in all this breeze.

Please, let us be.
Let us
………(help you)


With nod to Robert Frost



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4 Responses to Stopping, by the Woods

  1. I often find Robert Frost sitting on my shoulder. I’m glad someone else does, too. Love this piece. Trees are complex and fascinating.

  2. Kir Piccini says:

    My Jacob is currently practicing for Into The Woods and we are knee deep in all things forest, trees and meanings of going in, going through, going out.
    This was perfection.

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