willowtreepottery on etsy.com, created a treasury using my " Snow Angels" painting. She was inspired to create a wintery treasury using this poem of Robert Frost:
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 the 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.
Thanks so much, Klaire. It's such a lovely poem. And isn't it the truth, we all have miles to go and promises to keep before we sleep!
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ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the poem.
It is always my pleasure to share with you.
ReplyDeleteI thank you so much for taking the time to read.--:)