A Walk Through Our Woods.....

The wind is gone.....for today. Although the skies are grey, it feels almost "warm" at 37 degrees. It was a good morning for several long walks with Fenway. We took the bike path up along the stream and through the woods because it's pretty well cleared of snow and ice.

It was very quiet.....just a few birds zipping back and forth and a few squirrels bounding from bare branch to bare branch. I heard the sound of our stream.....very soft as much of it is frozen over.

A narrow band of cold water runs between the banks.....background music for my walk.  So I made my little dog stop with me....he must have been curious as to why I take out my phone and tell him to not tug on his leash so I can try for a clear shot.

Walking home I began to remember a poem......and found it on the internet. I wasn't riding a horse through the dark woods at night....but somehow the tone of Whitman's poem seemed similar to my morning experience. Enjoying Port Washington's winter woods .... white, brown and grey beauty everywhere I look.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem 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.