Suicide Six

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By 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.

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Joanie Holliday 31 Dec 2022


Artist Reply: Thanks, Joanie! You have some pretty amazing winter scenes yourself. I've been MIA, but seeing your comment was a warm welcome back. I hope this new year finds and keeps you well.