stopping by the woods

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

(1st poem-inspired painting is J's, 2nd is Zoo Boy's, 3rd is mine.)

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 they 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.

These 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.