The Spoonbill Generator

I would hardly complain that loudly to be compared with Frost [N]

Though paths diverge in many woods, the way is never lost [F]

Snowy evenings indeed have their charms [Karin]

If I embrace the golden dawn, it slips from open arms [dok]

Should I not heap lavish praise on Nature's works? [N]

Within such scenes a quiet widsom lurks [F]

Enjoy for now the still transcendence [N]

The homey unpretentious ascendance [F]

And take your pleasures where you can, and never count the cost [Beefy]