It's snowing here.. we are to get up to 4 more inches.. and it's beautiful outside.. It's just getting dark, and the trees are outlined by the snow that lays on it's boughs... It brought to mind:

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 sounds 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.