Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Snowy Evening

While I walked Molly the wonder dog through the snowy streets tonight, I was reciting to myself "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost.  It has always been one of my favorites and comes to mind on dark winter nights when the snow slowly falls and there is no noise to break the spell.


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.


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