Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

We woke up to snow today and Mark, Tucson, and I went for a walk to beautiful downtown Ellison Bay a block from our house. As long as I was out, I took the opportunity to take a bunch of pictures. It reminded me of the poem by Robert Frost, one of my favorites, that I’d like to share with you…

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.

Deer tracks?

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.

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