Day eight of NaPoWriMo finds me one poem behind in my quest to write 30 poems in 30 days. Nevertheless here is number seven, a poem to honor one of the United States’ most famous poets, Robert Frost. Somewhere along the line I will have to catch up. I am not worried, since there are so many sources of inspiration in my life.
I have entered an exciting time when many of the experiences I have desired and detached my ego from are now becoming manifest in my life. As a result I feel very lucky and privileged by life – a nice way to feel.