In the stillness of winter’s night, Where frost kisses the earth so bright, Shadows dance in the moon’s soft light,…
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams, Where sunlight dances in golden beams, Poets find their muse in nature’s embrace, Capturing…
In the quiet whispers of the midnight air, Robert Frost’s words weave through the night, His verses, a dance of…
In the quiet of the evening’s gentle embrace, Where shadows dance and whispers trace, The woods are lovely, dark, and…