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Thursday, December 20, 2012


passing by woods
on a snowy evening . . .
my unkept promises

First published in A Hundred Gourds

If this reminds you of something you've read somewhere, it should.


Blogger Frank... said...

A great juxtaposition of images, Bill. A cold evening is quite often a time to reflect on one's life...

11:31 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

excellent and yes it does remind me of something!

1:03 AM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

Imagine, what Frost would have written had he gone into that woods.

Merry Christmas.


6:49 AM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Frank, Juliet, and Adelaide. While this obviously alludes to what may be the best-known American poem of the 20th century, I hope it can also stand on its own as a valid moment.

8:04 AM  
Blogger Geraldine said...

lovely and evocative.

4:55 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

Thanks, Geraldine.

12:55 PM  

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