I have some random memories from when I was pregnant that I always associate with Lily. One being reciting "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" over and over in my head on my daily walk. I was towards the end of my pregnancy and walking home from the bus stop after work. It was a pretty mild summer, but there were some really hot days mixed in. To make the walk go quickly, and to trick myself into thinking it wasn't as hot as it really was, I'd recite these lines over and over as I was walking...almost like a mantra. Since it's winter now and this is one of my favorite poems, I thought I'd include a post about it! Plus, I just really like that photo of 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.
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