gg - love all of your Autumn/November, winter-like poems. Thanks for sharing them with us.
I couldn't help but think of this poem tonight by Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". I almost want to say, "Stopping by Nest on a Snowy Evening".
The snowfall on the nest right now is beautiful. So here is Robert Frost's poem and a screen capture of N2B:
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.