Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

I ran across this poem the other day and Robert Frost's words have struck again.  Especially on this solstice - the darkest evening of the year.  So, here's the poem with a few snowy pictures to go along with it. No horses or harnesses, though. Sorry about that. :)

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.

Somehow, his words capture the peaceful hush of the snowy woods and trails.

And the solitude, with only the horse and whisper of the wind for company.

The "miles to go before I sleep" lines made me feel a reluctance to leave the quiet of that wood to dive back into the holiday season's bustle with all the preparations for gathering to celebrate with those we love. Things do get a little hectic at times! (I thought the turkey tracks went well with the bustling....) 

Happy Solstice!! The days start getting longer again from here and I'm ready for the shift.