Stopping By the Park on a Snowy Evening

Taken in our condo complex tonight. Probably one of my favorite snow photos.

Tonight, after doing some NaNoWriMo writing while waiting to pick up our dinner of pizza and cheesy bread, Louie and I went ventured out to explore the snow. Louie and I headed up to the park for his first romp ever in the snow. I'll write more about his first snow later, but tonight, I'll leave you with one of my all-time favorite poems.

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.