30 days of Frost and #NationalPoetryMonth #NPM16 continues with this excerpt from “Tree at My Window” from Frost’s collection West Running Brook (Holt, 1928). For all of us with a tree at our window.
. . .tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.