Friday, March 14, 2008

The Trees

photo by Darlene Nikon D80

The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said

The recent buds relax and spread

Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again

And we grow old? No, they die too.

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In full grown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

by Philip Larkin
(August 9, 1922-December 2, 1985)


Blogger Wanda said...

What a lovely post this moring! When I open you post, and it's a new one ~~ something inside me springs to life, because I know you must be feeling just a tad better ~~ Oh sweet Dar~

Did you know your new profile picture inspired me ~~ had to change mine to a more current one.


9:43 AM  
Blogger shinyruby2 said...

ditto to the above post!

and isn't it funny how some posts are written at just the right time?I need some new-ness and some freshness in my life right now, thanks for inspiring me.x

8:10 PM  

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