Poetry

Our first snow of the season happened overnight and we woke up to poetry.

These photos were only taken from my balcony, but you get the idea.

It all made me want to read Robert Frost.

Especially this last image taken with my phone before the sun was up completely.

“…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.”

Magic.

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