i followed
frost too
to that
road less
travelled
to be surprised
by smug
aloneliness
so abundant
i took a detour
alone to
that road
under the coppice
to find myself
lost in arctic
loneliness
so alone
and cold
i could only
agree with frost
our only saviour
is our faith
that God is
beside us
at all times
loneliness is
the sacred patch
where God asks
us to remove
our wordly affairs
to be near him
the way he asked
Moses to remove
his sandals
on his sacred patch
to be near Him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful! Your frost picture is worthy of much praise. Very moving indeed, John. Kindest regards, Sandra