Christmas Snowy Woods
December 25, 2011
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
I have always loved the poetry of Robert Frost and this particular poem always makes me think of taking time for a quiet moment during the busy-ness; some of my most cherished Christmas season memories involve snow and horses and I love the image he paints. Whether you be surrounded by snow (Hello Skiers!) or warmed by a hot tropical sun (Hello Hawaii!) or dampened by a soggy mist (Hello Vancouver!) … whatever your holiday weather, I hope you are gathered with family and friends and still finding a quiet moment to reflect peacefully and gratefully on what you value most in the world.
A warm welcome to those who’ve recently joined our Bedside Table Books community and a thank you to those who’ve been here from the start … Have a wonder-ful Holiday season and may fresh pages, and time to read them, await you!
December 25, 2011 at 12:59 pm
That is a lovely poem–thank you for sharing it! It was nice to be reminded of it.
One of my favorite memories is of building snow forts in the backyard–a world away, now that I live in a place where we get a no-snow winter more often than not. 🙂