As the days become impossibly short and the cold draws us indoors, I think about times gone by when life was lived at a slower pace.
I thought I’d share this poem written by Robert Frost in 1922 that captures a reflective moment by a man and his horse on the “darkest evening of the year”.
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 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.
Happy darkest evening of the year everyone!
If you listen carefully, you just might be able to hear those harness bells.
2 thoughts on “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
Such an atmospheric and beautiful little poem. I think I enjoy it more with each passing year. The unsung hero is the “little horse,” who doesn’t allow his rider to get lost in those beautiful, snowy woods.
This poem seems to cross generations and be timeless. Atmospheric, for sure!
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