Wednesday, February 8, 2012


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.

-Robert Frost

I snapped a picture of the woods of the neighbor across the street this morning while it was still snowy. I don't think he'd mind. So peaceful in the early morning light, with the empty swing, I'm putting in for the Poetic Winter Photo Challenge. The Subject this week is Solitude. A rare thing around here. ;)


Anonymous said...

When Frost wrote this, he - and his family - were almost completely bankrupt, and his son (I think I'm remembering this right) was very ill and they could no longer pay for treatment. He actually stops in a field on his way back home after a speaking engagement and considers suicide. But, as the poem says, he remembers his promises to keep and moves on.

You words are lovely - but I hope your in better psychic spirits.

- Alicia

Kristi {at} Live and Love...Out Loud said...

What a moving poem! I love Frost! And I'm sure your neighbors won't mind you photographing their woods. ;)

Thanks so much for joining us in the Poetic Winter Photo Challenge! If you haven't already downloaded the free texture over at my place, stop by! We're moving on to our new theme on Friday, Warmth. Have a great day!

Cathy Willman said...

That's interesting Alicia. No my psychic spirits are not as bad as all that. Sure, we're stressed out, par for the course, but not as bad as all that.