Thursday, November 19, 2009

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

This reminds me of cold winters in New England and my mom's love of Robert Frost, and all of the books on tape I bought her for Christmas in the 80's. 

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.


  1. I love that poem! Makes me want to bundle up in front of the fire with a mug of hot chocolate to drink and a good book.

  2. Beautiful poem and beautiful picture! It is that time of year!