A Frosty Pastiche


Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me 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.



Vox Anima, SDM









Art Credit: nordic-aputsiaq.blogspot

Poetry:  Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost

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6 Responses to A Frosty Pastiche

  1. Simply beautiful, Susan = and lovely, perfect pictures and serene layout – as always!

  2. susan says:

    As always, D, thank you.
    As Christmas cards are passe’, this is my love note at Solstice.
    Sweet Dreams.

  3. Meg Wilbur says:

    Thank you for one of my favorite poems, so beautifully illustrated! Exquisite blog, Susan. Happy Solstice to you! Meg

  4. susan says:

    Meg, it pleases me that it touches you.
    This is a favorite of mine as well.
    I would love to hear you voice this poem…

  5. Nuala says:

    So touching – thankyou really captures the magic and mystery of this time of year and the sweet darkness


  6. Benedicte says:

    I love this, Susan, as I read it on Christmas evening while sipping a tea and listening to meditative music…. Joyeux Noël!

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