On a cold frosty afternoon, we found ourselves in a little village in England's countryside. We decided to go for a walk and explore. The whole path we took was crystallized and frosty, making all the dead leaves look vivid and alive. It reminded me of the following poem by one of my favourite poets; Robert Frost.
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.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening-by-robert-frost
Winter can be beautiful too you see! :)
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