Today I woke up to the most magical site. A city covered in a blanket of snow with even more gently falling all around. As I was walking to work I captured a few shots on my iphone- hope to add a few later! In the meantime, hope you enjoy these ones alongside one of my favorite poems. I seriously cannot walk through the snow without reciting it to myself. (thanks mom!)
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
January 16, 2013 at 12:54 pm
Beautiful post, Erika!
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January 18, 2013 at 5:02 pm
Hi! I love this poem, too. In fact, I found you because I linked to it thanks to Zemanta. Hope you don’t mind! Also, your blog is beautiful! And you *must* go to Japan. I was in Tokyo for one weekend, and I loved it. I hope to go back. I hope you’re having a wonderful new year!
Jessica
January 22, 2013 at 12:17 pm
Thanks! I”m glad you found your way here! Japan is still high on the list- maybe this year is the year! Happy Travels!
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