Frost once tapped upon my door

but sadly now, he comes no more.

Each winsome word or sultry phrase

that tantalized and did amaze

seems to be so far away.

I wish that he'd return some day,

to talk of lunar cows and such,

just little things, but with his touch.

I think that there shall never be

a Frostier poet but we'll see,

perhaps one day he will be me.

(c) ArdentTly