NEW YEAR's SNOW....

 STOPPING BY WOODS on a SNOW EVENING (1922) 
                                    Robert Frost

 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

Rona from next door

 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.

Spencer from the hill

Photographs 2020 

‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost.1922