The Trees
photo by Darlene Nikon D80
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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)
posted by Darlene at
2:38 AM
2 Comments:
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.
LOL:)
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
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