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"Nothing Gold Can Stay"

Sometimes I slip into my surroundings

sliding down the glass

collecting condensation

as the liquid inside warms

and I appreciate the mass have gained

letting go of the drink I had wanted… 27 more words

Random Thoughts: MLK Eve Edition

  • There’s a certain poetry in quotidian things, like getting out of bed, for instance, when the room is cold and the bed is warm. It gets you thinking ahead: the cold of bathroom floor tiles on your soles, the gooseflesh on your exposed body as you dress, the tiny jingle of license tags as the dog lifts his head when you come down the stairs, and mostly, the vigor of outdoor air rushing in and out of your nose, sometimes smelling piney and sometimes just dry and wintery, while the crows who have been up for hours laugh overhead.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; 94 more words


Acquainted With the Night - Poem by Robert Frost

Acquainted With the Night

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain –and back in rain.

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I Should Get Out More

(Written on Thanksgiving Day, November 23, 2017)

I should get out more,

Walk the woods like William Wordsworth or Robert Frost or Mary Oliver,

Watch nature more closely, 181 more words