"Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
(from Stopping By woods On A Snowy Evening)
Stringing words together that may ryhme or not, expressions and emotions came from these poems. Its truly remarkable and the poets are so talented. A true gift.
Autumn has arrived and it is time to enjoy the colors of the changing leaves, a warm beverage, a pastry and a book of your favorite poems, be it indoors or outdoors, drink in the words and relax.
For my daughter, Nikki, the English school teacher, I dedicate to you, this blog, in honor of your up coming birthday.
Love you lots,