Warning
by Paulette Demers Turco

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

The crows perch, cawing, still as stones,
By woods of red pines overgrown.
The winds are whistling varied moans,
some in lovely monotone
as darkness falls, devoid of moon
and stars. The harbor foghorn groans.
Deep is the dark of promise postponed.



 

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