Could it be the road less traveled
Is only the one I never was on
The only difference –winter to spring/summer to fall
Is the brown paper package-‐the wrappings
A taxi meter runs on the yellow brick road
we all pay a fare
A rainy October day mimics March
Weeping clouds erase a chalkboard as tissues wipe away tears
Tips of trees naked against the sky
Colors run down beneath my feet
I crumple remains/fertilize the ground
In spring my feet press hard
Death fights all resistance
Plymouth Rock may be tiny now
From afar it was freedom
I link this to dversepoets.com for Thursday open link night and Linda Kruschke Paint Chip Poetry.
William Wordsworth wrote a poem entitled, “Written in March”.
And so the challenge today is to write a poem about something written in March, or written during a march I suppose, and using at least 5 of the following words and phrases: the road less traveled, Plymouth Rock, tissue, taxi, chalkboard, brown-paper package, and yellow brick road.
To write this, I read one of the last poems I wrote this March, 2020. This materialized.
Before an April Morning
The day before
I wonder as I wait
For March to end
And April to begin
I saw the robin long before the snow melted
A sign of hope that spring will come
No matter what direction it takes