A Winter Tale
A Winter Tale with a favorite Winter Poem
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.
This is one of the early poems of Robert Frost – a sweet winter tale. It feels like simplicity itself. But this is a poem to marvel at and once written – it feels it has always been there…Like in the picture the world of the snowy woods offers perfect quietness and calmness. It is to be left for the world of social obligations, one could only imagine what kind of promises the author has made, but we presume they are
Promises of Love
Just because the nature of the poem is so predisposing to love.
And in the darkest evening of the year, the snowy winter tale is sparkling with snow ever so brightly. In the silence of the woods, the bells are shaking and producing a lovely sound, to soundtrack the falling snowflakes. This wonderful poem by Robert Frost reminds me of this winter tale picture taken by my father, an exclusively talented photographer.
The picture is taken this year in Hisarya, Bulgaria – the cleanest town on the Balkan Peninsula, close to Plovdiv – the sixth oldest town in the world.