Frost

Poetry always has the power to make my emotions and feelings bubble up. 

My mom recently requested a Robert Frost poem to share with her book club and although I immediately thought of "The Road Less Traveled" (which I love dearly), the following poem always evokes a very clear image and feeling. So, here's to the end of Winter and the beginning of Spring. 


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.