Tuesday Poetry Post

It’s snowing in New England and this close to Christmas everyone is pressed for time getting everything ready for the holiday.  It made me think of this poem by Robert Frost and my good friend Pete Volanakis.

It’s short.  You have time.

ef2c344d6fb6b5825c84f5e756f019dcStopping by the 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.

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