A LATE WALK
TRUE EXPRESSIONS PHOTOGRAPHER : WILL DICKEY
A LATE WALK
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 .
Robert Frost 1874-1963
PORTFOLIO MAGAZINE 63