The Road Not Taken (Autumn Woods: A Poet’s Road)

Deep in the woods I saw a clearing ever winding into its depths.
Pulled, I was to walk untoward, leveling each untrodden dirt mound.  
I wondered what secrets could it hold, for what could I resist it without regret.  
I had not seen all I desired to see and would by evening yet,  
My resistance to my own curiosity fell in haste to the ground.  
  
I felt a chill come over me, a crisp Autumn pang I imbibed,  
I knew if I did not go forth the snow would bury truths undiscovered, unfound.  
I wondered what was under each leaf, what had I yet not greeted alive.    
To acknowledge this place, only I could, only in this way would I so arrive:  
To greet the magic before a snow would cloak the blanket of leaves so brown.  
   
I knew a road lie beneath it all for the way was open and still,  
As I took each careful step into a world where no one had recently been,  
I saw a way to go ahead, branches were parted, unbroken of will.  
I had ventured forth well beyond my comforting homesteaders mill.  
A tranquility donned, I heard the leaves speaking all in refrain,  
   
Their language uncoded by a swift and lofty breeze;  
My feet gave them voices to amplify theirs, so lowly and spent,
Intuitions the trees had shed became mine in surpassing their color peak.
I chose a path on which to tread, into my own heart not quite out of reach,  
where no soul had yet opened eyes with full vision to plumb its depths.  
   
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       #RobertFrost