This is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost that just seems to beautifully encompass the white, silent world of the woods during this time of year. I memorized it as a child and have never forgotten it. What is your favorite winter or holiday poem?
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
– Robert Frost
– 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.
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.
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.
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 miles to go before I sleep.
Legends and Roses 