Lovely, Dark and Deep

My grandfather’s memorial service was held yesterday in the midst of a snowstorm that rendered the roads treacherous, yet people came from far and wide to pay their respects.   When I got home, I decided to go for a walk and be alone in the snow for a while.



I was reminded of one of my favorite Robert Frost poems.

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 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.

2 thoughts on “Lovely, Dark and Deep

  1. You are just awsome, inspiring and for a lack of a better word, deep.Thank you for the sharing and allowing me to see into part of your soul, its wonderful and if only more of the world could do that.
    sending hugs, peace and love

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