~~ A bleak cold winter’s gray weighted sky, No crunch of leaves reduced underfoot, Imagining the whats, wheres, and whys, Brilliance muted, sodden, élan dies, Contemplating the variant route. ~~ I detest this season; is that wrong? In six months I’ll search then to compare: Cerulean sky, June days prolonged, Two yellow birds in a … Continue reading The Next Road Taken →