I Know Why You Stopped By Woods on a Snowy Evening (A Poem in Response)

I am these woods but you don’t know.
On your horse, I watch you go
Into infinite night, only silence and I
Will know your wishes for the snow

I watch your face, creased in fear
The struggles of the past year
Have caught up to you, I see
And they lean and loom and leer

Give yourself a mighty shake
This is surely a costly mistake
Move forward with your worried steed
Don’t fall asleep among snowy flakes

I may be lovely, dark and deep
But you have promises to keep,
And miles to go before you sleep,
And miles to go before you sleep.