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
Susan Davis Martin, M.A., M.F.T. & StillDancing... 
Simply beautiful, Susan = and lovely, perfect pictures and serene layout – as always!
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As always, D, thank you.
As Christmas cards are passe’, this is my love note at Solstice.
Sweet Dreams.
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Thank you for one of my favorite poems, so beautifully illustrated! Exquisite blog, Susan. Happy Solstice to you! Meg
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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…
SDM
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So touching – thankyou really captures the magic and mystery of this time of year and the sweet darkness
Nuala
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I love this, Susan, as I read it on Christmas evening while sipping a tea and listening to meditative music…. Joyeux Noël!
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