the trees are blushing.

'I touch the place where I'd find your face' - Snow Patrol, Set Fire to the Third Bar

It's spring outdoors. The trees are that peculiar pinky green they go just before they burst into brash lime green. Such a contrast to the late summer deep thirsty green that looks like it needs a drink, a double, straight up.

I observed these things while standing outside the acupuncturist's office at 7 am. I also observed that it was light and that it would be light when I came home. Then I thought about Robert Frost and how his poems capture nature which reminded me of this poem.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-------Robert Frost