Yes, I found it, really just the road I needed, Less the doubts and questions, Inside woods I hadn’t known yet, now, that done, The snow begins in small flakes One each one each One at a time they fall to their place On the leaves that too One each one each One at a time fell to their place here
Here, where stillness can only be unstilled By a breeze that misses the leaves felled And the deer that misses the season to be felled. I am here, too, still as a snow on a leaf My heart a tiny rhythm for the voice That whispers through bare branches What matters, yes, what matters One each one each One at a time fell into meaning. Still.
Thank you Cara. Pausing long enough to see the small changes in nature and how they connect to a grander whole really helps me keep things in perspective.
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6 Responses to “The Road Travelled”
This is really impressive work! Sometimes small changes make a big difference. I tend to resist change, even when it’s positive.
~Cie~
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Thank you Cara. Pausing long enough to see the small changes in nature and how they connect to a grander whole really helps me keep things in perspective.
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Happy to see you back, Steve!!!!
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Thank you Chuck! 🙏🙏🙏
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[…] Road Taken, I have shared both here at Fullbeard Lit and over at the Go Dog Go Cafe, both in its infant form and crafted, as well as an analysis of how it grew up. For my reflection today, though, I […]
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