The Trees

The trees in Harrison Park West were looking rather magnificent this afternoon - put me in mind of this famous Philip Larkin poem:


The Trees

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 fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

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Philip Larkin (1922 – 1985) 

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