White Wood

I'm not huge on poetry, but I have a favorite poet that I love, I think mostly because his poems are about nature, and every day sort of things. There are no lofty ideas, just beautiful word images. My favorite poet is Robert Frost, and among my of his works are "Birches", "Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood", and "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening". I am privileged to live in an area where there are beautiful trees around my home. When it snows I am always reminded of my favorite Robert Frost poem.

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's 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's 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.