For Robert Frost

Robert Frost, around 1910, Unknown author at the source., Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Your favorite haunts may call to me as well,

To take a late walk down a garden path,

And maybe stop and sit there for a spell,

Ponder the best road and its aftermath,

Then mend a wall (or be glad that it fell.)

I’d stop by woods upon a snowy night,

Build a fire and compare it to the ice,

Or smell apples I can’t rub from my sight.

Swinging on birches would be rather nice,

If then your muse would stop by and alight.

Β© Susan Joy Clark 2021

This was in response to dVerse’s challenge to write a poem to a poet.

25 thoughts on “For Robert Frost

  1. The style is really spot-on. I love how the muse will join you by the fire and just how much nature can be non-stop muse to all of us.

  2. This is lovely: it really has the lilt and flow of Frost’s poetry. I love these lines

    ‘Ponder the best road and its aftermath,
    Then mend a wall (or be glad that it fell.)’

    I’ve been thinking about ‘The road not taken’ a lot recently, and pondering its aftermath, so this resonates.

    1. Thank you so much. (I never heard anyone call me Bobby before, but he sounds like an old friend.) πŸ™‚

  3. I adore Robert Frost’s work and you’ve laced this wonderful tribute with so many allusions to his poems. Just beautifully done….I feel as if I’ve taken a walk with you through his scenes and countryside.

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