snowy dreams

As I stepped outside late yesterday afternoon, after a long day of cleaning and organizing I saw this snowy wonder and was reminded of one of my favorite poems.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by

Robert Frost

                     

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.

The silence of a snow filled world and thoughts of my journey ahead were filling my head. I felt that both the world and myself were at peace in that moment.