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Snowy evening - Robert frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert frost

fickle weather

On days like today,
I dont know my mood..
Like the moving clouds,
my mood tends to move.

I am not inspired
I am not excited
Too much is normal
too much to think
too much routine
Its such a stink.

Well, to be honest
its not really bad
Its just that I need
a change, just a tad
To find something
that is exciting
Something unfinished
that will do too....

Oh I dont know what to do
I dont like this mood
I dont like the weather today
Its a little too blue
One minute it rains
the other it gets sunny
There is thunder and lightning
and suddenly there isnt any.

Just so fickle!!


I woke up with a start
I dint know why
Something was different,
but what?

Drenched in sweat
I tried to listen
All I heard was
my pounding heart!

Shadows on my wall,
Dancing all they can
shouldnt there be one
for every one light?

It was dark outside,
Or was it twilight?
It was early in the morning,
It was barely 4.
why would I wake up?
what for?

I heard it then,
it wasnt very subtle
Loud and Flashing,
the thunder storm...
I remembered then
there had been a warning..
The hail on the panes
And the wailing wind
The sound of water
hitting everything

A nightmare, a dream...
This is what I woke up to
like I had heard a scream.

Where is the sun???

I havent seen the sun
oh its been so long
I look out the window
and wait for the dawn

Its not bad, this weather around
but where is my beloved sun?
I like the breeze, the smell of rain
I like the drops of water splashing
I love the way there is always a rainbow
but I miss the sun and the warmth

The moon hasn't come either, to accompany me
the stars have deserted me too..
I blame it all on the missing sun...
I blame him for my mood.

Where is the sun, its been too long
It was never like this before..
Even when it was cold and white
when the snow hid the ground,
even when it was hard to walk
without lots of layers,
The sun was out with glorious charm
and threw little sparkles of light.

I want my sun, and the warmth that comes
when it is bright and not so gloomy!!
I want it right now and I know i cant
have it as I please just so easy.