Whose woods these are I think I know...

I love the contrast of dark birch trees with white snow frosted on their trunks and caught in their branches.  This winter is one of the most beautiful we have ever had.  It is also one of the coldest!  Here are my favorite lines in Robert Frost's famous poem:

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.

I do have a long way to go and many promises to keep...don't we all?