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.
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.
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
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.
happy day!
Always a lovely poem to read, and here is it so beautifully illustrated by your photos!
ReplyDeleteLove love love it! So perfect too, we got another 6 inches of snow yesterday. So very lovely! Kit
ReplyDeleteLove this! And too funny about the " February quote we chose!
ReplyDeleteGreat minds for sure! What else are we New Englanders going to focus on as we continue to be " homebodies" with all this snow? :)
We must keep celebrating winter!
Deb
Thanks everyone.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have decided to live IN the moment and SAVOR the season instead of wishing it away all too soon, even though it makes it all the more difficult with animal chores :)
happy day!
Just beautiful. I love this poem and I really like your snowflake. It looks great. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, thank you!
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