Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw snow, gently falling to the ground.
A few seconds later I see it again. This time is was clear that indeed there was snow falling!
It was a cloudy morning, Honey and I were dressed warmly for our walk. As we set off along the train we enjoyed the beautiful snow as it fell. It seemed to dance in the blowing wind then gently fall to the ground where it disappeared.
At the lookout we watched the clouds move across the sky. Black and low, yet the sun still poked through in places.
We stopped to enjoy this moment, as everything around us seemed to be absorbed by the first snowfall of the year.
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
