Sunday, October 12, 2008

A Path That Makes All The Difference, For Robert Frost



After market crashed,
I walked path out back my home
-golden leaves of Fall.


Copyright 2008

13 comments:

SandyCarlson said...

Amen, brother. There is always that. And it makes light of the market, to be sure.

Deborah Godin said...

That's one gold the market can't take away!

Greyscale Territory said...

That's one gold NO ONE can ever take from anyone who chooses to see this beauty!

Great parallel!

anthonynorth said...

A place of beauty amid chaos.

tumblewords said...

Ah, such peace here amid the craziness of daily 'stuff'....

fourwindshaiga said...

That always works for me, too. A very timely entry this week.

Jim said...

"Nothing gold can stay"

A nice poem, those leaves remind us that the market will crash.
Winter will do in even these golden leaves.
..

teric said...

I like it. The market gold may crash but natures gold will be there to cheer us.

spacedlaw said...

Melancholy but glorious path nevertheless. No crash will ever take that kind of beauty away (not that it helps putting bread on the table, but still)

Patois said...

Darn it! Why didn't I think to put my money in gold?

Your poem reminds me of what is truly of value.

Beth P. said...

'What is real can never be threatened!'

Thank you for this poem--

DeLi said...

i can imagine how lovely the gold leaves turned to be

Joyce said...

Much better to contemplate the beauties of nature than the follies and greed of men.