A Patch of Old Snow
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner
That I should have guessed
Was a blow-away paper the rain
Had brought to rest.
It is speckled with grime as if
Small print overspread it,
The news of a day I’ve forgotten–
If I ever read it.
abstract acrylic painting
created by @Gemstars
The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Sleepless nights poem By @Gemstars
of worry and fret,
for a path to unfold yet.
Leafs drifting poem by @Gemstars
with out a
Going All In poem by @Gemstars
Going All In
No Turning Back
No Access to Reasoning.
Faith takes first place poem by @Gemstars
Thrilling as many have
claimed Investing to be,
Faith takes first place
over fears that shadow me.