Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was first published in 1923. Although there are no woods to speak of in my neighborhood, Boston received its first snowfall this week - in fact there are flurries falling as I type this.
I think we can all identify with Frost's ending "And miles to go before I sleep." He meant it quite literally in his poem, but "miles" could just as easily be a euphemism for all the errands and resposibilities we have. I hope that if you do indeed have miles to go that you take time to stop as the gentleman in the poem did to pause, reflect and enjoy the moment.