Miles to go

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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's 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.

robert frost

genius in so many ways, the simple repeating rhythms, the clever linking of rhymes from the third line of each stanza into the first, second and fourth lines of the following stanza, and then there is the eerie appreciation of the dark beauty found in nature and in life.  The dreamlike perspective that views the dark depths as lovely, linked with the reality of obligations and life's long journey.

miles to go...

Peace to the Planet...