You can never be too prepared.
Gazing at this image I can't help being reminded of Robert Frost's poem and one of my favourite poems of all time-Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening.
Its calm imagery creates a vivid mental picture. It reminds me of how I feel on a cold snowy evening watching the soft snow slowly fall...Oh, how I love the woods draped in snow! xx
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 here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think is 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.
The wolf is courtesy of Cheyenne 75 at deviantArt.