W3 11-4-26

“He will not see me stopping here

to watch his woods fill up with snow”

the white soft flakes beautiful

singly patterned as they flow

lightly drifting on my coat

in coldness of the air they grow

seeing a cabin from afar

with lantern lit inside denotes

a Christmas scene below

I don’t stop to say hello

moving on to my own home

my landscape of trees in snow

inside I see no lantern glow

I have to make my own tableau

Closer now familiar trow

blankets of white I see and know.

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