Warily I Walk These Woods
by Mark Fleisher

(after The woods are lovely, dark and deep
… Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”)

Walk carefully this unfamiliar trail
step lively, yet tread softly so not
to stumble upon the stone strewn
path beneath my booted feet
Come to a clearing thunderstruck
for ahead I witness a phalanx of
mighty oak, verdant pine, stately maple
perhaps seen by the poet who wrote
the woods are lovely, dark and deep

Though lovely, the darkness
of these woods casts
a foreboding shadow
for I cannot yet determine
what or who might lurk in the dark
or if the deep presents a baffling
maze or labyrinth whose twists
and turns I must navigate
before I stride into sunlight



 

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