celebrating winter

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=nie5dGD6OQA

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

and

A Healthy and Happy New Year

jan