Poetry Thursday: Reciting Lines on a Foggy Morning

A local pond, from my walk at sunrise

While dead, I can still write poetry...toss 'em like bottles filled with scrolls towards the wooden fence of home.

This week's prompt was/is My Favorite Line of Poetry. I am to reveal a line of poetry I love, whether written by me or someone better, and wrap my own poem around it.

The lines I most adore are by Robert Frost; the final stanza from Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening:

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.

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Mile Thick Fog

I walk into the fog of morning
wet grass
the sound of animals and birds
singing and chirping
crickets make violins of their legs

I walk into the fog of daylight
sun shining
casting its rays of gold and orange
to warm the wet grass
and the crickets that play

I walk into the fog of each new day
never knowing
if life will soon end
is this my final moment?
the birds circle overhead

I walk into the fog of evening
sun setting
animals make their bed of dry grass
the dirt where they live
till this day is dead

I walk into the fog of midnight
moon rising
shadows stretch across the land
I lose my way on this cold day
with miles to go before I rest