One of my favorite poems has never felt so appropriate for my morning. We've had some STRANGE weather here in North Carolina over the past few months. I made the mistake of driving to Greensboro for dinner last night and got caught in the...not to sound melodramatic...BLIZZARD. It was crazy. I felt like I was in the opening title of a "Star Wars" movie with all the white specs of sleet and snow coming at me! None the less, I got back to the house in one piece. We got "the call" that every teacher loves to get later that night saying that Friday was an "optional teacher workday"....which means, I might opt to get out of bed! This morning was lovely...and this poem is too :) The following pics were taken early in the morning outside the house.
"Stopping by the 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 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.
Robert Frost
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