Today again I'm posting another Robert Frost creek poem and... another photo of Seattle's Ravenna Creek. This time Ravenna Creek is standing in for "Hyla Brook". I thought I should do this poem before June slips all the way away: "By June our brook's run out of song and speed..."
What I like best about this poem, though, is not the water imagery. It's the last line when I suddenly realize it's not about Hyla or Ravenna either one. It's about... (Well, what do you think it's about? Or who?)
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