My Favorite Poet

I have loved the poems of Robert Frost from a very young age.
And, here is one of my favorites of his.
I'm sure you know it.


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.


Do you ever feel like that?
I know I do. Today, in fact.
So, I'm taking a personal day to consider the solitude and ignore the jingle of commitment for a little while. Enjoy the quiet beauty and jump right back into the hectic craziness of life at three o'clock.