Can you believe Christmas is almost upon us? It’s really crept up on me this year. I’m facing into the season of goodwill with a sense of gratitude, and I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has supported me in the last year; my publisher Bookouture and their fantastic team, my agent, editor, readers, bloggers, book clubs, friends, family, fellow authors and colleagues.
As I’m unable to send you all a Christmas card, I’d like to gift you this poem instead. Ignore the mild, wet weather outside and indulge yourself in this beautiful piece by Robert Frost. It perfectly captures the essence of a wintry night, bringing you deep into the heart of a haunting woodland scene.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening – Poem 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 wish you and your family a peaceful and happy Christmas and New Year.
Images courtesy of Stocksnap.