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.


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

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

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

  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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