“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, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
I walked in a wood near our home today as afternoon light began to fade.
The air smelled clean, untouched.
Only the distant voices of children sledding
on the hills to the east pierced the air.
I listened to them, but their din faded as
downy flakes landed with audible taps
on my hood and coat.
I marched slowly through foot-high drifts for an hour.
But like Frost’s dear farmer and his snowy evening,
the moment was an impermanence.
And yet its very temporary-ness was its wealth.
And that moment,
that beauty and grace,
will carry me.
For I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep.