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.
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost
lovely pairing!
I really love this poem. It always evokes memories of Jack London's short story – To Build A Fire.
Just read an article that had excerpts of To Build a Fire… now I'm really going to have to re-read it 🙂
One of my all time favorite poems and the lovely picture is so evocative! Thank you… and Happy New Year to Sheeps and Peeps!