The Kiss of Snow

We woke up to a blanket of snow this morning.  Isn't it wonderful how with a new snow everything seems so calm and quiet and problem-free?  For one lovely moment you don't have a care in the world, and the only sound you hear is the soft pat-pat of snowflakes falling on your hair.  It's like poetry.

Moments like those remind me of the 4th Grade.  I had to memorize "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost.  I practiced over and over until I was able to recite it to my teacher.  I always have remembered bits of that poem and they often come back to me in the winter quiet of our country home. 

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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.

Note: All photos taken by La Femme Rioux.