Screenshot of a poem by Robert Frost in plain black text on a white background. The text reads: 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.
It's hot where I live right now, and poems about snow are just what I need to cool my soul 🥰❄️
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