Sunday, February 10, 2013

Life Through My Lens - Walking Through Woods on a Snowy Evening...

I captured this crystalline covered copse a few weeks ago when our town was covered in frost and snow. It brought to mind a poem by Robert Frost.

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.

1 comment:

  1. Brrrr, that looks really cold. But at the same time, winter can bring on some spectacular scenes for all.