Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

BY ROBERT FROST

Trick or Treat?

Haunted houses,
Curdling screams,
Freezing bats, torn at the seams!

Full white moon,
Dripping candles,
Roaming forgetful zombie vandals!

Gnarled old trees,
Tossed in the breeze.
Cold ghosts shivering, knocking their knees!

Trick and treating,
From door to door,
Not enough sweets, I must have more!!!

Six Ways to Look at the Moon

The moon is an Olympic Stadium for intergalactic races -
planet jumping, star throwing and meteoric vaulting.

The moon is Cyclop’s eyeball, impassionate as
a death star.

The moon is a Titan’s silver boomerang,
transfixed forever.

The moon is a silver coin tossed, heads or tails,
wins or fails.

The moon is a polar bear’s eye, the arctic fox’s
paw print, the tip of the snowshoe hare’s nose.

The moon says, tonight’s O-K.

Pie Corbett

AUTUMN WOODS
by James S. Tippett

I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees
Overhead.

The Rainbow (09/03/2020)

By Christina Rossetti

Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier than these.
There are bridges on the rivers,
As pretty as you please;
But the bow that bridges heaven,
And overtops the trees,
And builds a road from earth to sky,
Is prettier far than these.

Adventure (02/03/2020)

Here’s an adventure! What awaits

Beyound these closed, mysterious gates

Whome shall I meet, where shall I go?

Beyound the lovely land I know

Above the sky, across the sea

What shall I learn and feel and be?

Open, strange doors, to good or ill!

I hold my breath a moment still

Before the magic of your look.

What shall you do to me, O book?

Be A Brainy Biker

Your brain is brilliant
Keep it safe and sound
Encase it in a helmet
In case it hits the ground

Your life is precious
Don’t throw it away
Stick a helmet on your head
If you bike today