Snowy Woods

My kitchen window faces out into the woods. One day not long ago I looked out and noticed the snow gently falling. Every detail of the trees and twigs was outlined in white. So, I grabbed my camera and in a snap the moment was preserved. It kind of reminds me of the classic poem by Robert Frost that has become one of my favorites because it's so visually descriptive. When I read it I feel like I'm there seeing and hearing:

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.

-Robert Frost