Poetry Friday: Storm Fear

 4 below this morning, and another storm brewing - this lesser-known poem by Robert Frost seems terribly appropriate:

Storm Fear

When the wind works against us in the dark,

And pelts with snow

The lower chamber window on the east,

And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,

The beast,
"Come out! Come out!" --
It costs no inward struggle not to go,
Ah, no!

I count our strength,




So glad my dooryard is not ungraded!

Two and a child,

Those of us not asleep subdued to mark

How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length, --

How drifts are piled,

Dooryard and road ungraded,

Till even the comforting barn grows far away

And my heart owns a doubt

Whether 'tis in us to arise with day

And save ourselves unaided.

This week Poetry Friday is at Dori Reads