In the stillness of the winter’s night, Where silence speaks in shadows white, The moonlight dances on the snow, A…
In the quiet hush of winter’s breath, When snowflakes dance on icy streams, We remember a voice now laid to…
In the hush of winter’s night, a silent whisper flows, Through the skeletal trees, where the icy wind blows. Snowflakes…
In the silence of January’s embrace, Where winter’s breath paints the earth white, The trees stand bare, a solemn grace,…
Along the woods, where shadows play, Beneath the boughs, where whispers stay, Robert Frost’s words softly glide, In nature’s arms,…
In the quiet woods where shadows dance, Robert Frost’s spirit takes a chance, To weave his words with nature’s grace,…
In quiet woods where frost has laid, The world in white, a cold cascade, Each branch adorned with crystal lace,…
Beneath the whispering pines and the evening’s glow, Robert Frost walked, where the stillness flowed. With each step, he left…
In quiet woods where shadows play, He found his muse in nature’s sway. The paths he took, both right and…
In the quiet woods where shadows play, Robert Frost’s echoes softly sway, With every leaf and every breeze, Nature sings…