To start off though, here is my very favorite poem:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
Pine Forest in Snow
By Ansel Adams
Beautiful pairing and perfect for this time of year. Stopping by Woods never grows old. One of those poems I have memorized and love to recite. And Ansel Adams is stunningly beautiful. Always reminds me of my freshman year roommate who had a bunch of his prints hung on our dorm room wall.
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