By Kim Bowers In “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening,” Robert Frost stops to watch someone’s “woods fill up with snow.” He stands there for a long time but must leave because his obligations to society pull him back and because the woods do not really belong to him. With a shake of …

By Kim Bowers I’m often reminded of poetry when I’m in the preserves. I’ll just be walking along, and a line of poetry will come to mind. Sometimes from a poem, sometimes from a piece of prose. Whatever the source, the words enhance my experience. They inspire me and help me enjoy the preserves even more. To my delight, ACRES …