November BJP Page

Autumn



Fall arrives late and suddenly in southern New Mexico. On any given late November day, the air turns colder, the leaves drop all at once and voila! It is autumn.


Autumn makes me think of my favorite poet, Robert Frost.



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.


Topaz crystal beads radiate from a polyclay molded sun face during the shortened daytime hours of this page. Dark amethyst polished nuggets and beads were used in contrast with the yellow "turquoise" jasper stones.