Friday, December 18, 2015

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I do not know
His house is in the forest 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 wispy wind and downy flake

These 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
 

May your day be blessed and full of love. May you find joy in the small things.

Billie C.

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