November 6, 2011

Snowy Woods Earrings

Stopping by Woods on a Snowing 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.

(Photo credit: adapted from a photo by Mike Sandman.)

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SummersStudio said...

Those earrings perfectly reflect the sentiment of one of my favourite poems. I love Robert Frost poetry.

Jewels By Ine said...

I like these! Very nice beads..