A Timely Poem by Robert Frost

As I sit here gazing out at the results of yet another snowstorm here in New Hampshire, I remember these words made famous by poet, Robert Frost, who spent much of his life here in New Hampshire. No doubt, he was reflecting on a scene in this beloved state:

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.