Pic(k) of the Week: Snowy Wisconsin night

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, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” 1923.

Photo, outside of Madison, Wisconsin, on a snowy evening, 28 December 2015.

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• Photo by Albert Cizauskas, Jr. All rights reserved.
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