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 is not winter and there is no snow at this time but the poem does trigger memories of yesteryear when I was out in fresh fallen snow walking or riding my bicycle and observing how super quiet it was out there, especially at night. The snow just seemed to absorb the sound and transformed everything into a special wonderland quite unique and enticing.
I once had to return a truck I had borrowed from a friend who lived about 20 miles from me. I put my bicycle in the bed of the truck and took off. Upon arriving at my destination I unloaded my bike and started off riding it for home. It was winter and cold. It was near midnight so it was already bedtime … not time to be out riding on a 20 miles journey . Never the less it was also fresh fallen snow and I enjoyed my ride on a quiet night. I had miles to go before I could sleep.
I try not to ride my trike much in snow as first of all I am much older now. Secondly my trike does not go thru the snow like a bike does. It can be challenging enough to ride in normal conditions as I age and it seems that it is all the more real … miles to go before I sleep. At least I have not fallen asleep while riding. I hope that never changes as I continue to age. I still have MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP.