Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by admin on December 21, 2009

Today, December 21, 2009, is the Winter Solstice. The official start of winter. The shortest day of the year.

I am reminded of the Winter Solstice when I read this line from Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, “The darkest evening of the year.” This poem makes me remember the night hikes I took as a kid during the winter. We’d grab some flashlights, bundle up, and then tromp through the neighboring woods and fields with my parents. Afterwords we would warm up with hot chocolate and munch on cookies.

Take a moment and enjoy this classic poem with me –

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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