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Monday, November 17, 2014

Treading Leaves

I tread the leaves,
Which rustling, fly;
Life's steps I've gladly taken
Blackened lie,
In yellow brown of autumn wood.

I have wandered freely here
On virgin paths
That go nowhere;
Now shadows long are falling by
The leafless trees of autumn wood.

A passage here is soon forgotten
In winter's rains
As leaves lie rotting
And icy cold blows through the boughs
In blackened brown of winter wood.
Patrick Ladbrooke
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I love Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken. This poem is about the road taken.
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