Stopping by the Words

I read an earlier draft of this poem to you on Friday which was winter solstice. Robert Frost alludes to winter solstice in his poem “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.” This poem is a derivative work / rewrite of his original. I believe I’ve improved upon it a great deal since my Friday reading. Enjoy!

Whose words these are, I think I know

He lies beside Old First Church though

He will not mind me borrowing

his memory of the falling snow.

My patrons, they may think it queer

to pause my mad rush toward new year

to ponder snow and frozen lakes

the darkest evening of the year.

If Frost could give my shoulder shake

to ask if there is some mistake

my cheeks would burn with my full-earned

admonishment, my pride forsook.

The words are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep

And sons whose eager needs run steep

And years to go before I sleep