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.

For: Nurt Thurs – You are Ahead

Snow This Morning


What a beautiful day! I woke up this morning to this pure and bright snowy day. Him Indoors had to shovel the snow in our garden path, as well as the front of our house, between the garages. He didn’t mind at all, it’s like his morning exercise. And I have to take lots of photos. I love taking photos, especially of the different seasons. Just like Thursday morning, we came back from our morning swim and the sky was brilliant. Sunny morning, clear sky, we can see the Alps from our place. Simply wonderful!


For: where mangroves linger… . Also for: Just Jot It January 16th – What #SoCS and The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Jan. 16/16. And for Sunday: #MySundayPhoto – Glow and Redwood Valley Railway (Sundays In My City)

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snow drops pushing up
from the harsh and frozen ground
such a beauty

first light of the sun
fresh snow greeted us with joy
a blissful new year

snowflakes in winter
visibly irregular
symbol of Christmas
symmetrical ice crystals
scattering of light, pure joy




Help, help, is anybody out there?
Can’t feel anything, can’t go anywhere
Where am I and why am I under the snow?
Ah, the avalanche came like a nightmare
Quiet as an airflow, yearning for a bellow
Oh my sweetheart would be worried elsewhere
He’d do everything to get me out of here
The still beating heart of hope in his hand
And I won’t be able to return to my homeland
Some feeling of anticipation, if I keep still
They’ll look for me, I trust their goodwill
The whole life passes before my very eyes
I’ve done a lot and quite amusing memories
The shock of never rips through my heart
Burning on fire in the depths of my soul


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Some of the splendours of the world – Taj Mahal, Santorini, Eiffel Tower, Marienplatz, Bali, Zugspitze, Teide Volcano, tigers in the wild, swimming in the sea, sunset, sunrise, flowers and bees, sweet peas in the garden, Salzburg, Regensburg, Turkey, sunflowers, Big Ben, bikes and snow, temples, boats in the sea, fishes in the ocean, Him Indoors’ model boat, the Philippines with 7,100 islands.

For: Beauty ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #18 by Patrick Jennings