It seems like every year, as soon as the temperature drops and the snow starts showing its face, I reach for the Robert Frost pocket anthology pictured above. (Sweet, sweet Windsor.) One of his most famous and a personal favorite:
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 hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer 5To stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake. 10The only other sounds the sweepOf 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, 15And miles to go before I sleep.
Watch: Robert Frost reading "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"