It's still really cold here in Vancouver. A little odd considering it's already Spring but the average temperature is still looking around 8-10 degrees Celsius.
Just some Frost-y poetry for the frosty weather
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."
I love Frost's work. His poetry is always calming because of its imagery and connection with nature. I added this because I was rummaging through some old poetry in elementary schools. Before I toss them, I'm gonna list them here so I'll have a little reminder.
A Windy Fall
The leaves gently falll,
trees swaying from side to side,
as the strong wind blew.
The snow is drifting,
very softly on the ground,
painting the ground white.
Lanterns (1,2,3,1 syllables):
filling the sky
drop by drop
filled with air
played by people
big and small
soar through the sky
I just realize some of those lanterns have some alternate interpretations. Hahaha. Okay, gotta get the mind out of the gutter. Time to get back to cleaning...