Stopping by the forest in a stormy night

Forests are magical; they make us think of fairy tales and stories. They can be a place of threatening danger, refuge, or adventure. In folklore and fantasy, the plot and the characters make the forest enchanted. Forests indeed are a breath of fresh air, both literally and mentally.

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.