Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

I love the snow. The solitude, the peace. I feel that snow is like a newborn child, innocent and untainted. These photos were taken on the day of our first snow of the year. I bundled up and took Solomon out for a nice walk.

We both got covered but we didn't mind.
The snow was soft, gentle and kind.

I'm finding more and more that Robert Frost said many things that I feel. So I stopped in the woods on a snowy evening and took these pictures to share with you.