Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is so well known that we might not even give it much thought. But this poem comes to mind as I sit here in Minnesota on an oddly brown December day yearning for snow, considering the passing of the longest night of the year, and anticipating festive gatherings of family and friends. Frost’s quiet pause on a snowy night reminds me to breath in deeply.

I invite you to read Frost’s words and take a moment to feel a soft blanket of solitude before embarking on the miles before you. Happy Holidays!

Stopping by 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 sounds 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

video of Robert Frost reading Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, intro by Garrison Keillor