And miles to go before I sleep

12/21/13

Here it is once again, the Winter Solstice, “…..darkest evening of the year.” The snow has been falling for the past two days, and we have been preparing for the past two weeks to celebrate the rebirth of light and life. The juniper, holly, & ivy has been cut & wired. The garland is hung and lighted. Food prepared, house & yard cleaned & decorated, invitations sent, readings and songs ready. Wishing you a beautiful holiday season….and miles to go before we sleep….

Equitherapy

 

 

I heard today is the 50th anniversary of the poet, Robert Frost’s death.  It reminded me of my favorite poem, which I like to read every year on the winter solstice.

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.

Robert Frost

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2 comments on “And miles to go before I sleep

  1. Barb Haynie says:

    Possibly my all time favorite poem and poet.

  2. Mary Pat Hotze says:

    sorry I missed you yesterday, Cheri. Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy New Year.
    Thank you for the cds! MP

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