Thoughts on a Friday

An abandoned wooden shed in disrepair

A bit more Robert Frost that seems to fit the season, not really melancholic, just nostalgic with a sense of passing time….

I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road…

from Ghost House

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