In which the weather requires I share a a poem by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.




He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.

Comments

  1. It was 70 today in No. Texas. lol But that can change at any time.

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  2. One of my favorite poems ever! Fun pictures....glad to see that someone out there is getting snow! Send some my way! ;)

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  3. Love the mix of photos with the poetry! Thanks!

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  4. I have always loved that poem. Whenever one of us is expecting a late work night (typical amongst acadics), the code phrase is "I have miles to go before I sleep".

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