On the Way to a New "Us"

I Know, Jeff, I Know

Just Kiss Me You Fool

Seriously, Are You Serious?

Sorry Boys, I Gotta See About a Girl

Two-Headed Beast (with stick)

Never Been Loved Like That

The Santa Claws

Hands Full

Augury of Innocence

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.

His Uncle's Talent

Baby on the Hip Never Looked So Good

Cute Cheerleaders

Annamae's Heir

Sun's Always Shining

Me and Z

Joel's Bliss

Mountains of Santa Fe

Captain and First Mate

My Little Gypsy Dog

Good Puppies, Now Don't Move

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

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.