Overnight and early this morning, snowfall accumulated about four inches. More is expected in the next day or so.Time to dust off my favorite Robert Frost poem:
~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.
2 comments:
We've got a boatload of the stuff here. Where is that gorebal warming when you need it.
I'm not much for poetry, but Frost has always held a special place for me.
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