Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Snowy Woods

[Note: This post was inspired by my walk in the woods in the snow last week.]


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. 

– Robert Frost




Photo © 2018 by A. Roy Hilbinger 

1 comment:

  1. I wonder how many people are familiar with those last few lines, yet don't know where they first appeared or who wrote them.

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