In the quiet of the snowy wood,
Where Frost’s verses softly stood,
The paths diverge, choices unfold,
In silent whispers, tales are told.

Beneath the birch and maple leaf,
Echoes of his words bring relief,
A journey through the frosted air,
Where dreams and nature’s truths compare.

The miles to go before we sleep,
In promises the forests keep,
With every step, a poem’s grace,
In Frost’s embrace, we find our place.

The winter’s chill, the summer’s bloom,
In every season, wisdom’s loom,
We walk with him, through time and space,
In Frost’s world, a timeless trace.