In the hush of winter’s final breath,
Where snowy whispers meet the earth,
Robert Frost found his peaceful rest,
Embraced by nature’s gentle mirth.

Paths he tread in woods so deep,
Now quiet under moon’s soft glow,
His words, like frost, in hearts shall keep,
The beauty of the world we know.

Stars above in silent skies,
Bear witness to his timeless dreams,
His spirit in the night wind flies,
Forever part of life’s grand schemes.

Though the poet’s voice is still,
His legacy in verse remains,
In every whisper of the hill,
His soul in nature’s realm sustains.