reluctant arrival

when i tread the path home,
my feet meeting what once greeted my eyes
in the orange dusk of daylight glow,
clouds gathering at nightbreak;
the trees are bare for my perusal,
the warmth flees from my feet.

please read Robert Frost’s “Reluctance”. it is beautiful, amazing, and philosophical. the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.

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