A Frost-y MorningI

With the wind, rain and snow of the last week, we have gone well past peak colors, but I always like to inflict a few pictures from my more colorful wanderings upon my unwary audience at some point during the fall. 

There are a couple of days every autumn on which I find myself reciting Robert Frost as I ramble through the forest. If you're interested, you are invited to ramble and recite with me. And so, I present:

 

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

 

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

 

I hope it was as pleasant an outing for you as it was for me. At the very least, Robert Frost is always worth reading. :)