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.
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 …