In the quiet dusk of twilight’s glow,
Where shadows dance and whispers flow,
Robert Frost’s words gently weave,
Through forests deep where dreams believe.
His paths of snow and autumn’s hue,
Speak of life, both old and new,
In every line, a truth unfolds,
Nature’s secrets softly told.
The walls he mended with his rhymes,
Echo through the endless times,
In fields of gold and skies so vast,
His legacy forever cast.
So let us tread his wooded way,
Embrace the night, welcome the day,
For in his verses, we find peace,
A timeless world where wonders cease.