15 February 2010

winter and Robert Frost

"Mum, I want the sun to shine tomorrow."

So this is it. The cold, fatigue, bouts of depression. I have never taken people's gripes about winter all too seriously. Not until today. Lakay always feels tired. I can't get anything I read into my head. Even my little one is not smiling at the snow anymore.

At times like these, you need...poetry! So take it away Robert Frost:

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.

My papa shared this poem to me when I was in high school, his ever gentle way of encouraging me to keep dreaming, and to keep holding on to my dreams. The poem did a good job on me.

And in the midst of this seemingly unending cold, it still does.

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