PL Fallin Photography

  Oh, come forth into the storm and rout   And be my love in the rain. Robert Frost

  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.  ~ Robe...

Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if ...

           Flower-Gathering By Robert Frost I left you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To ...

The Sound of the Trees by Robert Frost I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than an...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not s...

    A walk at dusk when thunder clouds are gathering against the evening sky.  I have come acquainted with these clouds that cove...

The beach has driftwood and trees that resemble a tree graveyard. This is due to the north end of the island slowly eroding away a...

  Among the Rocks Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bas...

  A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and -- what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringi...

  The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood ...

"The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed that I missed stars in the we...