And Miles To Go Before I Sleep

 

 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. 

 

 

Dress By Chi Chi London
In White and Gold 

Vintage Necklace

Vintage Shawl

 Flats (similar)

Other than getting my shoes stuck in the mud, this shoot was beyond dreamy. Being a city gal does have its perks, but taking a moment to admire the magic of the great wide wood makes me long to heed
Mr. Frost's Words:

"To stop without a farmhouse near" 

XOXO -Kenna