Between the woods and frozen lake, the darkest evening of the year...whose woods these are I think I know. The only sound is the sweep of easy wind and downy flake, the woods are lovely, dark and deep.
Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening-with a few liberties taken. Only a poet could put into words the beauty of the woods in winter. From the snow-laden trees to the sparkle of snow, this collection captures the serenity of a forest covered in snow and frost.