on lines by Robert Frost

oh the woods are dark and deep
the snow, the ice, steep river banks
and you, and you, lead me through
though I can barely walk though I
can barely, breathless talk, the winter
woods, so silent but for river rock
then river talks, it talks, we walk
through cedar, fir, the path so steep
the day is dusk, you give your hand,
until my stick appears, in duff,
I pick it up, then I gain strength,
then walk and walk til the opening,
hot springs, little canyon pools, so hot
and mud heat-heals my heart, in woods
so dark and deep, on a bridge we kiss
and we have miles to walk then loving sleep,
to keep, and so much more, of lovely sleep.


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