Poetry Sunday: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

It just seems the perfect poem for the middle of January when much of the continent is covered in snow.

We are well past the "darkest evening of the year" now, or at least the darkest evening of the season. Every day the light lasts just a bit longer, but still we have "miles to go" before spring arrives.

And let us not be distracted by the lovely woods - we have "promises to keep." Let us resolve to keep them.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost (published 1923)

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.