My car turned down the wooded lane. The trees were holding hands in a beautiful arch over my head. Today the temperature is nearly perfect and the autumn colors are at their peak. The colors in the Ozarks range in copper, deep burgundy, gold, burnished umber, deep pine green and brown. The landscape is breath-taking. I wanted to stop and ponder the beauty. I slowed and took in the amazing beauty all around me, but I had an appointment and kept pushing onward.
It was difficult not to just stop and listen and look. My path was leading me to do an important task and not just busy work. I wanted to sit and ponder but knew that I must continue on the road that I had chosen and it would take me to my destiny.
I thought about Robert Frost and his beautiful poem. It has long been my favorite. As a child, I did a report on him and his work is still close to my heart. It is my gift to you this lovely autumn day.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.