Photograph of a walkway flanked with purple flowers at the University of Panama. Photo by ©Omar Upegui R.
This picture reminded me of a gentle poem written by Robert Frost dubbed, “A Late Walk”. Poetry can be so soothing to the spirit, as well as pictures of Nature.
A Late Walk
by Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
