Sunday, January 11, 2009

it's winter

Bill, Ellie and I just took to the woods near our house for a short walk.

Winter's not my favorite season, but it makes me appreciate the other seasons all the more. snow.
biting wind.
many days of steel-gray skies.
staying inside more. A lot more.

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

1 comment:

DandJHaller said...

I received shivers just watching it!

And beautiful poem.