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.
by Robert Frost
We took our walk in late afternoon, on shank’s mare, as one of Frost’s farmers might have said. Most of these woods down the road from our hosue belong to a family who no longer live near, and rarely visit, but we have permission to admire and enjoy.
The snow is deep, so we stayed on the dirt road that has been beautifully plowed by our devoted town road crew.
The woods are lovely and deep, but the days are getting longer, the cold is less bitter and the wind is quiet. For the moment. Time to turn home.
The cats, Frank and Holly, left us to our adventure, waiting for us to join them again next to the woodstove.
Thank you Carolyn gail for inviting us to share visits from the muses.
The snow is beautiful and romantic and a walk through the woods with a return to a warm and cozy fire makes it even more so. gail
Wow! Three feet of snow? I don’t know what to say. I do love that beautiful poem, and your cats look cozy. Are you? Do you have wool socks for those walks outside? 🙂 ~~Dee
One of my favorite poems. It looks like a perfect day–even if I might have returned home to the cats and the fire a little faster than you may have!
What a beautiful woods, Pat, and all the more so with the snow. It is full of magic, it emanates through the photos. and how sweet are Frank and Holly. We are longing for spring, despite the beauty that winter brings. We just are not used to it here, and snow is predicted again for tomorrow. We should be reaching for the sunscreen, not the long johns.
Frances
Lovely snowy photos. That’s a favorite poem of mine. Happy Muse Day!
Tinky – Are you suggesting that 36 degrees is not warm?
Frances – happily for all us gardeners, nature is beautiful in every season, but I am more than ready for a green season.
Kate – The poem was certainly appropriate for our Sunday afternoon walk.
I love this poem by Frost as I love to be in the forest. You are lucky to have a forest to roam.
Lisa – We are lucky – forest, hills, AND a Frog Pond.
Pat, this is my very favorite poem; I’ve often thought it described my life so well–there are always “miles to go before I sleep.” Your photos are the perfect illustrations for Frost’s poem! The snow is melting here, so I can only hope we’ve seen the last of it. Happy Muse Day!
Rose – the sun is shining this morning and we can see the now level slowly lowering.
What a pretty poem. The snowy trees on your walk fit so well with the words. It’s nice to be able to just enjoy a quiet snowy place sometimes, although we’ve had no snow at all this year.
Catherine – It is a beautiful poem, and a walk in the quiet woods is refreshing.