Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Hidden Worlds


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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

Have you been off your well trod path lately? I have.


Stella said...

Your pictures just get more and more stunning. You know, a tromp through the woods might be just the thing...

Wool Girl said...

You have quoted my favorite poem of all time! Robert Frost is my favorite. I hope you are having a wonderful vacation and holiday! Miss you!

Anonymous said...

I was walking through our woods just after dark last night when suddenly the neighbor's woods lit up with brilliant lights from along the ground to the highest branches! I was mesmerized! He'd transformed the woods into an enchanted forest with pathways and arches for his grandchildren, but I will be sitting in my favorite spot every evening waiting for the lights to appear!