Intently traversed
Covered with bramble, stone, glass
are all paths worth it
Intently traversed
Covered with bramble, stone, glass
are all paths worth it
Life is contentious
the struggle for truth always
stalking like lions
Each one a slightly different shade
lays out side by side
neither aware nor hindred in their purpose
to be trampled beneath hoof and shoe
wheel and spoke
nor tread and sole,
but serve out their days in the company
of earth, weed and vermin
a testiment to direction
and leading others to purposes
they can not be privy to.
Cobblestones.
Frost calls to me like a comforting bed
to lay my head in the softness of his words
and imagine a world sometime from now
when I too took a road in the woods.
My heart bent
my heart swayed
I could not take the one others made
instead I saw the woods themselves,
trod a path through them.
And where Frost gently tread on
less fallen leaf
I took no other path
save the one of my own feet.
Perhaps and however
When days are old
warm and sullen
I’ll take to wondering
should my life have differed,
as Frost waned in latter days,
had I not traversed on a course
unlikely
would my life had been as brilliant or
as live-ly?
Alas, neither of us will tell
we are were we are
no fortune to inlighten
as all roads lead to and
away from somewhere
never to tread in a moment
again the path we didn’t take
when the path we took
has now been.
So, I sigh, as the chill of winter
moves to spring
I know more roads will
meet with me.
and when the wood
or rock or glen does lift its
beautiful countenance and call
When wind dances
and soft rain
dares to breathe on
dew strewn grass and
rivers steam
I will step from convention
conversation and dougt
and let my heart
go where Nature
leads.
For that, as Frost says,
will make all the difference.
::speak peace and tread on::