Monday, March 23, 2015

How Soft Underfoot

Inspired by the example from Robert Frost:

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground, 
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow, 
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things, 
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?


how soft underfoot - 

the leaves of seasons past

in their dreams




  1. What a gorgeous post Paloma ... nice images caught in a few lines.

  2. Dreamy image...absolutely gorgeous! Loved this one, Jen! :)

  3. ah ... this makes me sigh ... how poignant and romantic. Bastet

    1. BTW your wordpress link leads to the prompt page ...

    2. Thanks Georgia :)
      Sorry about the link! I'll see if it can be changed -- yikes!!!

  4. This might be my favorite from this challenge.

    1. Oh, hi Greg -- sorry it took so long to respond!
      What a wonderful comment -- thank you so much :)

      All the best to you --

  5. Underfoot or under something else? You sure give the feeling of wanting to sit down - accompanied of course!

    1. Hi Pirate - Sorry it took so long to respond!

      You're the only person to have caught the full essence of what I was trying to say.

      THANK YOU. :)


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