Dear Robert Frost,
I used to live in a world where every winter there was the assurance of snow. I would sit in the woods across from my house with my dog, watching the woods fill up with snow. I would watch as the snowflakes gracefully danced through the frozen sky, slowly descending upon the earth.
Read rest of poem by Katja Saana Sinikka Martin at The Library of Congress “Letters About Literature” website
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening