frost

i was editing some photos this weekend and they reminded me of one of my favorite poems.  it's a classic by robert frost about a solitary horse ride through the silent, snowy woods...the poem itself is just so simple and peaceful.  i thought i'd share it with you this morning - happy monday :) 

stopping by woods on a snowy evening
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.

[see larger images on flickr:  branches, bark, trunks, pinecones]