Thursday, February 02, 2006

Happy Feast of Brigid!

It's a (silent) poetry reading in Blogland. This is appropriate for a new mother, but it's always rung true for me. My contribution:

Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening
by: 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
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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's a very pretty blog Ginny. I have been missing small gems on the path of my busy days.

Thank you Muse.