Throwback Thursday - Bereft

Approaching Storm

Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?

Eroded

Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch's sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Misty Morning
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.

Bereft by Robert Frost



Diane Cayton-Hakey  – (February 27, 2014 at 8:29 AM)  

That's a somewhat creepy and lonesome sounding poem he wrote. xox

Nicki  – (February 27, 2014 at 9:08 PM)  

Your images are perfectly married to the words of this poem.

Nancy  – (February 28, 2014 at 8:55 AM)  

Love Robert Frost and your images. xo

Denene  – (March 19, 2014 at 2:57 PM)  

I love the last image of the bare tree. So beautiful. I really like the mood of this image.

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