May 2010
When my own words fail its
A leaf falls or
Maybe my hour of lead.
When I don't know what next it's
Follow the frosty poet down
The path less traveled by
Those mice that have grown wilder
Reflect my thoughts when
My own words fail.
A leaf falls or
Maybe my hour of lead.
When I don't know what next it's
Follow the frosty poet down
The path less traveled by
Those mice that have grown wilder
Reflect my thoughts when
My own words fail.
Dunno how to go about saying this is mine when there are lines stolen straight from my favorites. Robert Frost, Nick Flynn, ee cummings, and Emily Dickinson know how to get me through the rough days.
