A blustery evening

I know it's a bit of an off-topic post, but we've had our first real snowfall in Edmonton tonight and the big fluffy white flakes just look so picturesque. It's the perfect night to get all cozy with a hot beverage and a thick blanket, curled up with a book. I hope we're all enjoying this month's selection!

In honor of the freshly fallen white stuff, I thought I might share a poem. When I think of winter, I think of Robert Frost. I have a faint memory of first reading his poems in junior high sitting by my parent's big picture window during a snowfall. My mind has latched on to that, I suppose, and I always connect the two.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

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.

{The picture above is of the Assiniboine River in beautiful Winnipeg.
Taken by Bryan Scott and found here.}