Solstice Poem
Cheryl Deaner, Psychotherapist
Therapy, Counseling and Coaching; MFT#56764
Winter Solstice is this Tuesday. In honor of the quiet joy of deepening Winter, and the promise of coming light, I hope you enjoy this poem.
”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.???
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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.???
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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.???
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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.”
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