So...this blog has been at a standstill for quite some time...but i hope with this new year we will be posting more of our poetry, photography...words...ect. :)

As i write these words snow covers the ground outside. Only a thin quite covering but all the same exciting for the South. Whenever we get any snow this poem quickly comes into my mind...and i just want to take a walk through our woods. Enjoy as this is one of my favorite poems and also my Daddy's <3 p="">

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

Since i have not been able to capture some pictures from this years snowfall i have posted a few from the past. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nothing Gold Can Stay


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

(I had never read this beautiful poem until my birthday...when an amazing friend bought me a poetry book-this was the first page- love it! :)

One Of my Fav.

THE LOCKLESS DOOR




by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)



T went many years,

But at last came a knock,

And I thought of the door

With no lock to lock.



I blew out the light,

I tip-toed the floor,

And raised both hands

In prayer to the door.



But the knock came again

My window was wide;

I climbed on the sill

And descended outside.



Back over the sill

I bade a “Come in”

To whoever the knock

At the door may have been.



So at a knock

I emptied my cage

To hide in the world

And alter with age.

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.
 
 
(Even though it isn't 'snowy' at  my house at the moment( it is sooooo hot outside!!!!) I love this poem....and it is one of my Daddy's favorite too!!!! <3