After "A Late Walk" by Robert Frost

29 November 2022

https://poems.culturing.net/2022/11/after-a-late-walk-by-robert-frost/

My walk is later, yours
is later still, the animus the same,
no time until we reconcile. This
winter carries history, this harvest
has a name (it's you). I warrant that
the aftermath dishevelled all of truth.
But there's no matter, so they say.
Who'd even try to go some other way.
Perhaps a strong-voiced bird will rise
and sing another day.