Robert Frost

Dark snowy days like today always make me think of This Robert Frost poem. Honestly Robert Frost is probably my favorite poet with is deep and dark writing that can be interpreted in so many ways.

It’s always made me think of the beauty of nature and the freedom of just disappearing off into the woods to live in nature and forget life’s responsibilities.

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.