Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.
—Robert Frost
We like that frosty poem and that is stunning photo!
ReplyDeleteI know how what an important part of your day snoozing is.
DeleteSuch a cutie :) I love that poem too.
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines stay with you, don't they?
DeleteMust be while I am often so tired. Just trying to get in all the miles I can. Glad your cat can sleep.
ReplyDeleteI often feel as if I've got miles to go before I sleep and considering the amount of times I get up during the night I guess I do.
DeleteHello, I like the kitty image. Wonderful poem to go with your photo. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Happy Sunday, enjoy your day and weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt seemed to fit although in a kind of sarcastic way (;
DeleteThis photo is so nice. The right filter for your kitty.
ReplyDeleteIt seemed as if it was snowing inside and this is what the plump little goofball could be dreaming.
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