The Sound of Trees
I wonder about the trees.Why do we wish to bearForever the noise of theseMore than another noiseSo close to our dwelling place?We suffer them by the dayTill we lose all measure of pace,And fixity in our joys,And acquire a listening air.They are that that talks of goingBut never gets away;And that talks no less for knowing,As it grows wiser and older,That now it means to stay.My feet tug at the floorAnd my head sways to my shoulderSometimes when I watch trees sway,From the window or the door.I shall set forth for somewhere,I shall make the reckless choiceSome day when they are in voiceAnd tossing so as to scareThe white clouds over them on.I shall have less to say,But I shall be gone.~Robert Frost (1874-1963)
I woke up this morning and found that I had, somehow, gained a day! I immediately made plans to take advantage of this grand gift…and in the way of life, that plan was almost as immediately derailed. A visit to the vet later, I’m working to get it back on track.
Raindrops are dripping from the Japanese maple branches and I’m watching the trees in my back yard sway in the wind, so I decided to share one of my favorite ‘word gifts’ with you today. This is, without a doubt, my favorite Robert Frost poem! I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful day!
Grace & Peace!