A bit of Robert Frost saved me today...

Tracks in Snow, COPYRIGHT 2009 JonesMoore

I have a cold, my son has a cold. He's home from school today. It's wet, gray and dark by 4:30 in the afternoon. Yet, I came across this poem, one that I had used in a recent collage class. I'm sure that you have heard it.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost (1923)

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.

(I feel better now...)


  1. yes, poetry can soothe the soul and can be uplifting-- the weather lately is really a downer-- freezing cold and then snow flurries and gray cold skies-- good thing we have art and poetry