Monday, November 17, 2014
I tread the leaves,
Which rustling, fly;
Life's steps I've gladly taken
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.
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.