Frost and I: A Winter's Reflection (Poem)

(Robert Frost died on this da - Jan 29,1963)

Frost and I: A Winter's Reflection  (Poem)

"On a snowy winter day...
I have miles to go..."

I could only imagine your words,
As I lived beneath California skies,
Where warmth bathed the earth,
And snow was but a story passing by.

But then, one winter, I found myself
In New England’s quiet grasp—
Snow caressing the earth,
Bare trees whispering against the cold,
The train’s whistle piercing the blizzard’s howl.

I have felt your poem before,
Only in the soft echo of my thoughts.
Now, in the comfort of this train,
I feel it in my bones—the chill, the weight,
The road ahead uncertain and long,
While mine is bounded by the tracks,
Confined, yet endless.

I feel the chasm of doubt,
The urge to leap from the train,
To walk as you did,
Through the snow-dusted afternoon,
To take the road less traveled,
Though it feels like a reckless dream.

What you wrote—
You chose the path of mystery,
With miles yet to go,
And though I only imagined your journey,
Now, I understand more clearly.

In the quiet of this snowy afternoon,
I read your lines again,
To remind myself of the uncertainty I chase,
But it is in the unknown, the emptiness,
Where I find you,
In every word,
Whispering how to live with the silence,
The empty spaces between steps.

January 2025