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Winter Solstice Traditions
A Yearly Tradition
Last year I learned about a group that takes a walk into the woods on the evening of the winter solstice and they read Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. The group carries flashlights, walks among the trees, talks about the poem, and walks two miles.
I have started my own tradition with this group as an inspiration and read this poem on the winter solstice. This year I took a hike at the dunes as well.
Here is the poem if you are not familiar with it:
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.
