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
ReplyDeleteYour images are perfectly married to the words of this poem.
ReplyDeleteLove Robert Frost and your images. xo
ReplyDeleteI love the last image of the bare tree. So beautiful. I really like the mood of this image.
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