what a co-inky-dink... the following, one of my favorite Frosts, was in my inbox today, from poem-a-day (poets.org / Academy of American Poets) (I love this poem!). It conjures up the holiday spirit for me--the invigorating and serene beauty of nature on a cold winter day; the anticipation of coming home to a fire in the fireplace and a soul-warming hot toddy or spiced wine; relishing the good company of friends or the (sometimes even better) company of a good book, maybe after a day of cross-country skiing or snowshoeing...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by 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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by 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.
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