ReluctanceOut through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Robert Frost
I made the painting for a friend's birthday present. I found this piece of chart paper lying around in my room with some blue paint splashed on it. So, I put in some snowy mountains , a couple of shadowy snowy conifers, and an icy deep blue lake. What I missed out on was slightly deeper reflections for the trees.
The poem by Robert Frost is one of my favorites and describes me perfectly! My physics teacher had once compared me to Inertia. I gather he tried to say that it was so darn difficult to get me to change my sloth like attitude and make me solve kinematics problems from HC Verma (ugh!).
There are so many things in me which I need to let go off.Shake myself free from them.Say goodbye to ghosts from the past.To untangle, untwist, fathom..(biggies!).. Move on.
Well..we all have a room for improvement and a reason for change! :)
