The First Snow Fall

I love snow falling. It is one of my favorite memories from winter as long as I can remember. I love the reverence that is always present when the world is blanketed in a quiet snow. Today it snowed. The first good hard snowstorm of the year. I watched it out my window cuddled in a blanket. One of my favorite poems by Robert Frost is about snow:

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.

P.S. I didn't take this picture, I just thought it captured the spirit of a snowfall.