A Light Dusting

It’s December, I’m ready for more. I love how the snow softens the landscape and makes everything slow down. The sounds are a little bit muffled, the world is a little more still. I’m romancing the winter now.
Bring it on.

I’ve loved this poem since I was a child. Mom, Dad, if you’re wondering where your Robert Frost book is, I stole um, borrowed it years ago.

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.


All images © Karen McRae

27 thoughts on “A Light Dusting

  1. I especially love the last two pictures, the delicate branch and the wild desolate field.

    One of my favourite snow poems is this one, simply called ‘Snow’ by Louis MacNeice
    :

    The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
    Spawning snow and pink roses against it
    Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
    World is suddener than we fancy it.

    World is crazier and more of it than we think,
    Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
    A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
    The drunkenness of things being various.

    And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
    Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes–
    On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of your hands–
    There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses

  2. I don’t want to pick any favorites here. They are all so pretty and smooth. Wonderful shots, with a sweet poem to go with. And great job with the second last picture. Loved it! 🙂

  3. I love the snow, too. Robert Frost is my favorite all-time poet. When one of my students handed in her “original” blank verse poem with excerpted lines from “Mending Wall,” I didn’t even need to Google her! 🙂

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