Sunshine Through Branches: a collection of poems and writings by Bill Betlej in Bloomington, MN

I memorized a Robert Frost poem that my Mother taped to the refrigerator upon his death. Mom said it would be a tribute to him. I realized that the magic in the poem for Frost was capturing the moment he was writing about - whether a real occurrence or imagined. These are simply my early attempts to capture time in words. Words that can take me back to lost loves and the searching for new loves. Those lovers thus remain alive and still real.