Stopping by the woods on a Snowy Evening...

This is one of my two favorite poems by Robert Frost. And as I look out the window at the sunny sky glistening through the glass and feel the heat pushing through the window pain, I stop to ask myself a question. What happened to winter?

Then I remember that I am in Texas...

My blogs have been few and far between as the album nears completion. I am finding that I have perfectionist tendencies... (Stop laughing!) I really do! So I will continue to wade through them while you enjoy this classic poem.

Stopping by the 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.