Two paths stretch, tangle and turn; two
roads bramble lined and narrow,
diverged and dove out of sight.
In confusion, I walked
a distance in the oaken shade, then the
yellow yarrow called so I left the
wood and walked where I could feel gold.
Prompts: Margo’s Tuesday Tryout which is an acrostic but with a twist. Margo offered a couple twists to choose from and I chose to write a sentence acrostic, using a line from a poem and starting each of my lines with those words. You probably thought to yourselves as you read, that it sounded like Robert Frost and indeed it is. Thanks Margo, for a very fun prompt. I also incorporated this week’s words from Three Word Wednesday.
Hoofprints In My Garden 
But this,
then the
yellow yarrow called so I left the
wood and walked where I could feel gold.
sounds like Annette. Lovely imagery and I love the sound of ‘yellow yarrow’.
It is amazing that the prompt words so often found the writer telling of the impact of nature on them. Beautiful.
a beauty of thought. love the way your words kiss my tongue.
Agreed on “yellow yarrow”, it has a nice feel to it. And you seem to have the same reaction to Frost’s classic as I do: indecision and the like. 🙂
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