The Woods

“The Woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep”. ~ Robert Frost

Even in spring, the woods are dark, mysterious, and compelling. Dappled shading, random splashes of vivid color.  The rushing water, birds calling to one another, and the wind sighing through the trees. The damp places where the earthy, green smell hits you. It is the season for growing.

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10 thoughts on “The Woods

  1. Pingback: మంచుకురుస్తున్న సాయంత్రం… ఊరికి దూరంగా… రాబర్ట్ ప్రాస్ట్. « అనువాదలహరి

  2. That is my all-time favorite poem, and I have a signed copy framed on my wall. You have good taste in poetry!

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