This verse by Robert Frost is a comfortable companion for the winter season, even if you have no snow. Frost’s poem has been the subject of a number of interpretations. It would be a stretch I think to give “Stopping By Woods” an interpretation that aligns it with the religious significance of this season.
Several religious interpretations can be applied, though, if we allow ourselves a bit of latitude.
Whose woods are these?
Promises to be kept
Moving forward with miles to go, just as the case is with life
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.
Perhaps this poem has no religious significance, but “snow” is not alien to scripture. In addition to the miracle of Christ’s birth, there is the miracle of his transfiguration. “And after six days Jesus taketh with him Peter and James and John and leadeth them up into an high mountain apart by themselves; and he was transfigured before them. And his raiment became shining, exceeding white as snow; so as no fuller on earth can white them.” (Mark 9:2-3, KJV)
So we will soon look toward Jesus’s transfiguration, using the snow of winter to help us see the shining raiment of the Lord after this miraculous event occurred.