A Walk in the Woods

A fork in the path. Your own Robert Frost moment.
This way or that? Perhaps it does not matter.
Each has its charms and destinations.
Each has its struggles

A fork in the path. A walk in the woods
that feels like wilderness
either way you choose.

About this poem

Often in our lives, choices are not as dire as we think. Both choices have a chance to be something good. Different, but good. Also about walking in the woods, because I like to doa that.

The picture was taken at a nearby nature reserve in Hebron, NY.

Tom