Sunday, December 23, 2012

celebrating winter


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.
This is my favorite poem. This is my favorite season--a time to celebrate the quiet delights of winter.

Wishing Everyone a Blessed Christmas
A Healthy and Happy New Year

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