Because this week comes to a close with the winter solstice – the longest night of the year (December 21), Robert Frost’s classic Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening seemed an appropriate choice to start us off.
For me, Advent marks the beginning of a journey, and not one that ends on December 25…
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 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.