Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
La Famila Scribe wishes you & yours
a Very Merry SITSmas & a festive, fun holiday season!
Editor's Note: Thanks to all y'all who contributed to Mrs. Scribe's fanTAbulous SITS Featured Blogger Day. Probably gonna take me mucho tiempo to respond to your dozens~dare I say hundreds?~of comments, but respond I will. And remember: I'm still available to cater your next cyber-affair! PS: The Superior Snap above captures only the beginning of last Saturday's snow. About 6 inches accumulated in our DC 'Burb...with more forecast on the way, today!