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.
(And photos I took this morning from my windows/doors)...
6 comments:
Rhonda is there a chance I could have permission to use the last photograph on this blog as a resource for a watercolor? With reference to you as the photographer of course. Beautiful. I am SO glad I am not there...hahahaha. but I do love to see the snow and remember it's beauty. We had a lovely home in s.e. WI and the views were similar to this.
Merry Christmas to you.
I hope the snow stays in your neck of the woods; I'm ready to paint it...not ready to shovel it.
Beautiful snowy photos to accompany Robert Frost's poetry. Thanks for sharing it.
Ginny, today is foggy and snowy - I like the foggy misty look with the snow but sunshine would be good, too. Yes, you can use the photo as a reference - it's just a quick snap out my window!
Linda, I'll try to keep the snow here - my husband shovels for me and I get to stay in and warm most of the time. I turn into a bear and hibernate during the snowy cold days. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and photos.
I love the poem! Thanks for sharing it. I love the new profile picture too. Keep up the good work!
Thanks, Rachel!
Thanks, Prabha - Have a wonderful holiday season! If no snow, then just dreams of snow :)
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