It has made all the difference

April is national poetry month. On light of spring, and poetry, and my nerdiness, and the fact that it has been 70+ degrees at least twice in the past week when 50 is the norm, I am going to wax all poetic.

I love the vivdness of a good poem. It is good for the soul. This one is so metaphorically beautiful, and it reminds me of my beloved fellow Earth Healers.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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 kept 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.

Robert Frost, 1915

Words to mull over when it's too late and you're still up because you are pumped at the thought of things you have done right. I love those nights.