Day 22 - Stopping by....

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 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 is one of my all time favorite American poets who made reading poetry an adventure or simply a walk in the woods on a snowy evening.  His style was simple, yet meaningful.  Words aptly spoken like apples of gold in settings of silver, or something like that. As a child my mind was always prone to wandering, and I find I still do quite a bit of mind travel as I devour a new book or read a classic verse.

This bridge reminds me of my treks through the woods...the road less traveled! To think something as simple and as beautiful as snow falling can make my heart sing!  I do thank God for the winter season, for the freshness of the crisp, morning air...the first breath of day...a snowy day! I guess it's too much to pray for one more day to enjoy this beauty, but I will take what I can get and rejoice in the moment.