The solstice is my favorite day of the year. On this dark day, we take time to stop and celebrate light. This is a poem I learned and recited a few years back at our solstice celebration, which in my family includes glogg, a warm fire, poetry readings, and passing around the guitar and singing old hippie folk tunes. Happy Solstice!
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 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.