Welcoming Winter

by Josée

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.
Hanging birdseed ornaments.
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.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

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Kaylana December 14, 2012 - 6:01 am

Beautiful! Sweet and serene.

Abby December 14, 2012 - 2:18 pm

love the candles on the water! what a great idea!

Kim Corrigan-Oliver December 14, 2012 - 10:46 pm

So beautiful!


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