Monday, January 10, 2011

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 winds and downy flakes
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

Almost home

And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost

It's been a wonderful snow day! I'm so looking forward to another one tomorrow. Goodnight, friends.


Farmchick said...

I have always loved this poem. Enjoy your snow days, while they last.

Tyla said...

You too, Farmchick. We're off today, but haven't heard about tomorrow yet. I do love snow days (as long as we don't run out of our "built-in" days lol)!!!

Pamela said...

It looks so pretty and peaceful! Enjoy some for us! Thanx for stopping by earlier and I love your Snowman candle sconce!

Melanie said...

Great pics and at least they got to enjoy the little bit that y'all got.