Saturday, November 13, 2010

Saturday morning in Minnesota

This was the view which greeted many Minnesotans this (Saturday) morning. About a foot of wet, heavy snow fell in the southern regions, with more to the north. In this manner, winter arrived. The photography could have been better, I suppose, but I was content to see the snow from my window (top photo) and doorway (bottom photo) rather than up close and personal.

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.

Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.


Kaya said...

Fram, this is winter.... But it's too early yet for a winter. Is it always in Minnesota like this?

I knew that this is the coldest state but winter is in the middle of November? Will snow melt eventually and will it be warmer?

I liked both photographs but I didn't want to be in this place right now.

We also have a lot of snow but much later, in the end of December. Only mountains already covered with snow and look beautiful.

In winter I like to do cross country skiing. What about you?

I like a little poem by Robert Frost. It happened to me also when dust of snow from a tree changed my mood.... R. Frost is good, so good....

Fram, stay warm in the weather like this.

Fram Actual said...

I have seen it snow around Memorial Day in the Spring and on Labor Day in the Autumn, Kaya. It is not unusual to have a heavy storm around Halloween, but Winter and its snow usually comes and goes and comes again beginning in October.

It has been a number of years since I skied. I prefer to walk. To walk across frozen lakes under a full moon is especially fascinating to me. The ice sometimes groans or rumbles, the water beneath it gulps and swallows. It is frightening and exhilarating in the same breath.

Yes, about Robert Frost. He is a unique poet, I think.

Fram Actual said...

Thank you, for the comment, I think.

Something special ....