The Road Taken

or, Passing Through Twisp on a Snowy Evening
with more than a passing nod to Frost

Bound for Carlton on Mid-fall’s Day
I trailed a train of cars in chains
thrashing through a drifting snow.
Rainy Pass had shut behind.

(Early Winters is aptly named
as three long fortnights yet remained
afore the formal end of Autumn;
Boreas, though, there oft pre-empts.)

Through laboring blades and fading light
my windscreen’s view revealed at right
a barn for buses frost-encased
and then a sign: Twisp-Carlton Road.

Two rutted roads diverged just there:
the leftward went I knew not where;
the right, at least, ran Carlton down.
An instant’s pick must needs been gat.

I chose alas! the signéd road
and it has all the difference made.
O! Had I known the two re-verged
great grief and pain had I waylain.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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