Is there any poet more known for nature and winter than Robert Frost? I thought it would be appropriate and fun today to share one of my favorite poems about winter, since last week’s snowstorm is still fresh in our minds, the temperature outside is still way below freezing, and it snowed again a couple days ago! I gotta say, I love winter, but can it take a break for a couple days? 😉
Here’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost:
Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound’s the sweepOf 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.