Meditation 016 | A Simple Carol
B-Flat Major | Vol. II, Issue 4
Sending all my best to you and yours this holiday season.
Thank you so much for being such an important part of Fog Chaser this year. I am so grateful for your time and attention. I hope you enjoy this month’s piece, a meditation on the season.
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.