Stopping In the Woods On a Snowy Evening

Impromptu night journey into snowy wood Face laced with scarf; head covered by hood Sturdy mare blanketed; each foot shod with stud A swift nod, gentle tap instinctively understood Gallant mare plows forward furrowing ice and mud Chilled air quickens my pulse; thickens my blood The howling wind around the swiveling sleigh doth whirl Into onrushing faces stinging, icy pellets hurl Along path's edges glistening trees their mast's twirl O'er head stalking raven's patronizing wings unfurl The chortling wind, raven screeches; my head hairs curl Around the bend, loomed the cottage of stately earl I gathered the reins the careening sleigh to abruptly turn Acclimatized mare already my studied thoughts did discern Onto the swept, manicured lane hopeful feet did churn Beckoning lamp on distant doorstep did intently burn Already alerted, spry earl awaited our intentions to learn On arrival, our tired petition, lowly station did not spurn Inspired by Robert Frost's: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening