Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Buffy ( gkb_00@yahoo.com )

Title: Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Author: Buffy

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Summary: a plot bunny that drew blood during my English class this afternoon

He trudged through the snow, staggering a little under the weight of his burden. He stopped for a moment, and set the brown-wrapped bundle against a tree. Straightening, he began to work the muscles in his back loose.

He looked around him then, taking in the beauty of the silent trees around him, and the sparkling brilliance of the starlight on the snow in the nearby clearing.

The clearing was a large one, and his eyes discerned that beneath the snow was a pond, well frozen over. To the other side of him was miles of silent woods, draped in velvet stillness. The black slashes of the trees emphasized by the pristine whiteness of the new snow. The silence and the beauty called to him, the austere elegance of the scene so reminiscent of what he had lost.

A quiet whimper from the bundle at his feet called his attention. He sighed, and bent to check on the boy that was wrapped within the cloaks. A mild concussion, a mild blaster burn, and even after the years, the boy had difficulties with cold weather.

He picked the boy back up, and resumed the trek to where the shuttle would meet them. He did not look back at the woods. This debacle of a mission would not sway him. He had miles to go to get to the rendezvous, and he had promised he would train the boy. He had promised.

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.