Blueberries
Birches
A Young Birch
Acquainted with the Night
Christmas Tree
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Going for Water
After Apple-Picking
The Exposed Nest
A Patch of Old Snow
11.18.2005
Poems of Frost.
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My favourite Frost Poem is "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"
I find myself thinking of it often as much of my life can be summed up by, "and miles to go before I sleep"
Thanks for the comment, Kim. I feel there is much to do, accomplish, achieve, see, experience in my life before I die. Will I have a long life? Or is it just difficult to imagine death at all?
apple picking.
loved that one.
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