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.”

~ Robert Frost (1923)

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About Dr Bill Wooten

Organizational Psychologist,Guitarist, Banjo Picker, Bicyclist, Reader and Books, Books, Books
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4 Responses to Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

  1. Lovely poem by Robert Frost. One of my favorites. Thanks for sharing with us.

  2. All too soon here, Bill, all too soon….

  3. gardengirl92 says:

    My favorite poet, plus snow in my forecast for tomorrow night. It’s beautiful. 🙂

  4. jensine says:

    winter wonderland … seems very far away we had 16 degrees today!

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