Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening.

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
Its so nice to see the sun this morning. As I look out of my window while surfing on the net, I happened to see a bird sitting on a branch and was reminded of one of the few poems that we had to memorize in elementary school. Although we complain about the snow I have to remember to see the beauty in it too.