in the winter woods alone by robert frost (national poetry month #25)

2025-04-25

In The Winter Woods Alone by Robert Frost

In winter in the woods alone

Against the trees I go.
I mark a maple for my own
And lay the maple low.

At four o’clock I shoulder axe

And in the afterglow

I link a line of shadowy tracks

Across the tinted snow.

I see for Nature no defeat

In one tree’s overthrow

Or for myself in my retreat

For yet another blow.

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