Even though we didn’t get a lot of snow, I was inspired to share Robert Frost’s poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, for this week’s Poetry Tuesday. Wherever you are, whether you have a little snow, a lot of snow or no snow, I hope you enjoy this week’s poem. Be blessed my friends. Whose woods these are I think I know.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose 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.