Snow is imminent here in New Hampshire: we’ve already had a few flutterings to foreshadow what is to come. I love this poem written by Robert Frost, a native of New England, which is now my home. Last year I bought an illustrated storybook version of the poem for my daughter, Tennessee Skye.
May thoughts of stopping by a snowy wood one night inspire your writing today.
Let your imagination take you where it will. Write for 5 minutes, no stopping, no looking back, no editing or criticising – just scribble!
Happy writing! 💫