Although winter is nearly over here in Colorado, we certainly have a few more snow storms to look forward to before the flowers start blooming and spring arrives. One of the truly magical things about a big snow storm is the quiet sparkle that comes right after the snow stops falling from the sky. Amazing!
This year, I’ve spent a lot of time out in the woods, playing in the snow. Quiet (but labor-intensive) winter activities like nordic skiing and snowshoeing allow me to enjoy the snow-covered scenery even on blustery cold days. I often think of Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” It’s a lovely and simple poem that always seems to fit my mood when I’m out in the woods with many miles ahead of me and behind me. I hope you enjoy it too…..
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.