Walking, surrounded by trees weighted with snow, words of a favorite poem began dancing in my head.
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.
As I continued on, I could not help but wonder what woods and whose,
what were the promises
and how many miles must be travelled.
Just wondering, do you know the answers?
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These are such beautiful pictures. I think it would be so relaxing walking and enjoying the wonderful scenery.
I adore the words of Robert Frost. Wonderful photos you used to bring them to life.
I don’t have any answers for you, but I can tell you that these photos are beautiful! I’m not sure I’d want to be walking through these cold woods. I’d be saying I had promises to keep if it was that cold outside, but I sure did love seeing the beauty in photos. Thank you for linking to Favorite Things. laurie
Beautiful!
I love being transported to places such as these, and being reminded of this poem, I must have studied it in my youth because the lines are so familiar. I love how he talks about what his horse must be thinking.
Fun poem and great pics! Sounds like you had a nice walk:@)
I’ve always loved Frost, especially this one and “The Road Not Taken”. Haunting words brought to life by your photos of the cold, calm, quiet woods. Thanks for sharing.
Gorgeous photos and Frost is one of my favorites.
Love the pictures.. so serene. I can imagine the quiet. I know not the answers.. but loved dropping in.
Your snowy woods look so serene…I would be lost in thought too. Hope you’re snowy scenery is peaceful to you & you’re staying warm!
Those woods really do bring that one to mind–in an instant! Lovely.
Okay, here is the expression of my great literary acuity: “miles to go before I sleep” means life to live before I die, the forest is his life, and the ‘promises to keep’ are his goals or life’s purpose.
Now you know why I am a science major and not an English major. 🙂
I like your thoughts!
OOhhhh cold! BUT, also quiet, peaceful, and a place where the eerie stillness inspires contemplation.
Does it matter which woods did the inspiring?
The trees are all kin to one another after all 🙂
It’s a joint effort, no?