Friday, October 5, 2012

Whose Hips These Are

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.


Laura said...

I give the bathroom scale a kick;
There's surely something wrong with it.

TC said...

And then she gives the cruel mirror a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.

Nin Andrews said...

Funny, Laura!
And I love that, Tom. Thanks!

Urban Mermaid said...

I love the illustration!

Steinburg meets Botero!!