It's a New Day AND a New Year!

I can't explain why but I woke up this morning with this lovely poem running through my mind ... it started off with me remembering the last 3 lines but the rest of this poem is lovely and, of course, is brilliantly written as with everything else, by Robert Frost!

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.