Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

The Road Travelled

 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. 

6 Responses to “The Road Travelled”

  1. Cara Hartley

    This is really impressive work! Sometimes small changes make a big difference. I tend to resist change, even when it’s positive.

    Liked by 1 person


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Basic HTML is allowed. Your email address will not be published.

Subscribe to this comment feed via RSS

%d bloggers like this: