In the realm where shadows meet the light,
Where whispers of the trees take flight,
A poet wanders paths untold,
His verses weave stories bold.

Among the birches, in quiet grace,
He finds a world, a sacred space,
Where every leaf and every breeze
Carries tales of ancient seas.

With words like rivers, flowing free,
He captures moments, wild and free,
In echoes of the silent night,
His lines bring stars to life, so bright.

Through snowy woods and autumn’s glow,
His spirit guides where few dare go,
A journey through the heart and mind,
In Frost’s world, true peace we find.