Nancy Schrand

“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

“The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.”
― Robert Frost

“Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.”
― Robert Frost

“What are we?
Young or new?
We must be something.”
― Robert Frost