I am passing through the woods at the beginning of winter. I come upon a place belonging to someone I think I know. The owner is not present right now, so he will not even know I am here, watching as the snow begins to fall. My horse thinks something is wrong with me because we are stopping here. It is cold and dark here in the woods. My horse shakes his head to remind me that we should not stop because we have not reached our destination. I am admiring this secluded, quiet place. Although I would love to stay, I realize that I must move on because I have obligations to fulfil.
Figurative Meaning of Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Frost’s poem “Stopping