Memories grow, ring on ring ...

Thought these local, Harrison Park trees were looking rather fine this afternoon - reminded me of this characteristically bleak, Sylvia Plath poem:


Winter Trees

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

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Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963)

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