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.
By: Robert Frost
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. His work frequently drew inspiration from rural life in New England. He was also the Inaugural poet for John F. Kennedy in 1961.
Photos: These photos were taken yesterday here in DC directly after snowfall. Click photos to enlarge images