Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me 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.
Vox Anima, SDM
Art Credit: nordic-aputsiaq.blogspot
Poetry: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost
6 thoughts on “A Frosty Pastiche”
Simply beautiful, Susan = and lovely, perfect pictures and serene layout – as always!
As always, D, thank you.
As Christmas cards are passe’, this is my love note at Solstice.
Thank you for one of my favorite poems, so beautifully illustrated! Exquisite blog, Susan. Happy Solstice to you! Meg
Meg, it pleases me that it touches you.
This is a favorite of mine as well.
I would love to hear you voice this poem…
So touching – thankyou really captures the magic and mystery of this time of year and the sweet darkness
I love this, Susan, as I read it on Christmas evening while sipping a tea and listening to meditative music…. Joyeux Noël!