Over the River

Over the river, and through the wood

To _____________ we go!

The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh

Through the white and drifted snow.

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Winter Reading

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 …

Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” has the power to woo my senses.

I can almost smell the snow.

I hear the horse’s harness bells.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

Can’t you just feel the quiet?

My eyes need only follow the tracks of these simple words across a snow-white page, and I’m filled with the stark romance of winter.

This time of year, with only sparkling hints of the season to come, I find myself dazzled by …

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