Stopping by Woods...

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.

 

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995)

Maybe someone was waiting
on the bench
moments ago;

Just where did they go?

I do not know.

Looks cold out there
from here inside.

You thought you saw
someone cold outside?

Its too cold...
I hope they had a ride.

Better to stay in here
Warming by the fire.

Cocoa hot and
Marshmallows brown
After sun goes down.

School is already
Two hours delayed

Kids upstairs in bed
Dreaming of
A "Snow Day"
Instead.