Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Winter only has a few more weeks left.  The cold is almost over, and it certainly feels like its over here, with our 80 degree weather.  We had to turn the air conditioners back on today.  I dread the heat.  I always love the fall and the winter because we have a respite from the oppressive heat and humidity of the Deep South.  So before winter ends, I have to add one of my favorite winter poems:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost (1923)
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.