Time to stop going to the woods and stopping by. Enough of woods, isn’t it?
Before I stop, let me share my all time favorite poem by Robert Frost. I am sure I need not tell anything about the poem or the poet.
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.
copied from here. All credits to the webpage and the contributors there.
For people who are celebrating Onam, wishing you all a Happy Onam. For others, have a great weekend.
On that happy bombshell, Good early night!