Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
~ by Robert Frost
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.•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
"The darkest evening of the year" is upon us.
Time to reflect on blessings, hopes, and wonders past and future.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep..."
Treasure each lovely moment.
The promises will keep.
Wishing you and your loved ones a very happy and peaceful holiday season.
Good ki,
(Hamstreet Woods in Snow photo via wikicommons, by Adam Colton, geograph.org.uk)
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