Illustration Friday: Tree

I've surprised myself a little this week by finding time for a Friday illustration after all. The topic is 'tree' and it made me think of 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 the 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.

Except my woods aren't snowy, as it's still too autumnal here to be thinking about that sort of thing.

(Inspired by this image I spotted on Pinterest.)