I hope you are enjoying a quiet and enjoyable Sunday. With the beginning of March we will soon leave winter behind. I am already seeing buds valiantly pushing through the mulch in the large containers on my deck, hoping to get a peak of warm winter sun. I wish for them to not be so in a hurry, as winter can still offer surprises when we least expect it, but for now a winter scene and one of my favorite poems……..have a lovely Sunday. cheers, charisse
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening |
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| 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. |
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I just found this page of yours. I cannot believe it, my favorite poem. I mentioned it in writing to you this week. Such a coincidence. Love the photo with it. Victoria Moores