There’s  a prediction for a big storm tonight. The air is damp and the wind is cold. Are the weathermen right or will the storm pass us by?

Speaking of snow, Robert Frost once wrote a poem titled “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” In the poem, a  person sits in a sleigh that is parked near a wooded area.  He speaks of watching the woods “fill up with snow.”  He’s sure the woods are on a property belonging to someone who lives in the village.

Why is he there? Do the woods have special meaning, or has he driven this far with horse and cutter just to watch the snow fall?

The person imagines his horse is puzzled  by him stopping here;  I wonder too. Is there some memory tied in with falling snow that draws him there?  At the end of the poem, it seems as though he is drifting off to sleep when he says that he has “promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…”

I love the images and sound in this poem, also the rythm. Next to “The Road Not Taken”, and “After Apple Picking,” this is probably my favourite poem by Frost. Read the  whole poem here.

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