From Frost to Page

A few thoughts from Frost to page:
I read from In The Clearing by Robert Frost this morning, and it got my thoughts going. I cannot describe the process, but let it suffice to say that when it comes, it flows like a stream of consciousness.

Frost wrote in his final line from Accidentally on Purpose; upon the inauguration of President Kennedy:
"And yet for all this help of head, and brain,
How happily instinctive we remain,
Our best guide upward further to the light
Passionate preference such as love at sight."

And so from head, and brain, and heart comes this refrain...
August Ascending
(A work in progress as I am)
For Mom:

You came, and lit
Upon a morning shade
Tweaked your wings as if to say
"Hello son"
And once done
Flit off about your way
To visit yet another day
And time of your choosing.

Chimes are silent
August ascending
While I muse
My heart lamenting
Like tears of Pele'
Our evening emerald
Lies beside the ashes
Of a long lasting love.

Yet still I mourn
Your last breath lingers
Like a portrait
Upon the walls of my memory
In a tiny gallery of gloom
That became a death room.

But who can say what remains
A twinkling light, a flickering haze?
To remind us of our lost school days
When we thought of nothing
But camp fires, card games, songs,
and plays.

D.A. Wittler 8/3/19