Stopping by on a Snowy Morning
I give you
pictures of snowiness from this morning. Or rather, the morning of 1/11/07.
(It's melted off by now)
I brought Portland weather to both California AND Wisconsin with me.
Now I'm back in Portland and I have stolen with me the weather Wisconsin should have had.
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.
my snow!
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