Transition time

The transition from summer to fall has happened. It's amazing how long ago the hot days of summer seem when in reality they were only a month or so ago. The leaves are falling from my backyard tree. The mornings are cool and there's moisture on my car windows. The afternoons are warm and calm, with blue sky and sunshine.
Fall is my favorite time of the year.
In a few months it will be winter, but until then I have many miles to cover in S. central and SW North Dakota. The only way I can describe how this time of the year makes me feel is to say that it feels like I'm living a sequel, every year to the poem by Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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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.
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That is one of my favorite poems and I have thought of it many times when I'm in the woods watching the snow fall, darkness setting in and listening to the sound of silence in the woods... which is like no other. And not surprisingly, I think of a specific place and time when I read this poem.