Sunday 19 December 2010

A Winter Solstice story of snow and woodland

Some more photos taken in the local woods yesterday. For the Winter Solstice, with it's promise of longer days to come and an eclipse of the moon due on Tuesday, I thought this would be the perfect poem



 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.

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