As the wind blows a light dusting of snow this New Year’s Eve, I have been reminded of a poem by Robert Frost. New Year’s is a time for fun. It is also a time for reflection of the recent past, and, of promise for the future. 2008 has been a year that will be remembered, not only for it’s challenges, but also for it’s call to look forward, accepting the hard work that lies ahead.
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.