Wanderings in the Dark

Courtesy of Pixabay - TemperateSage

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Luring me into the wonder of the
unknown the smell of the woods
hidden within bare branches are
white owls whose wings are lovely
fluttering in the mysterious dark
urging myself to move along and
quickly before I wander too deep

linking with dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form 
hosted by Grace

 here is the prompt:  Write a Golden Shovel poem.
*Choose a line from a poem that resonates with you.
*Build your poem so each line ends with a word from that line.
*Keep the words in order, forming the original line down the right margin

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost 

final verse 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.