Throwback Thursday - Bereft
>> Thursday, February 27, 2014 –
black and white,
throwback
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
Bereft by Robert Frost
That's a somewhat creepy and lonesome sounding poem he wrote. xox
Your images are perfectly married to the words of this poem.
Love Robert Frost and your images. xo
I love the last image of the bare tree. So beautiful. I really like the mood of this image.