Sunday, March 27, 2016

THE TIME HAS COME AGAIN

What so ever you call it, the time has come
Life meets death and lives again
Winter was it's refuge
 Spring it's rebirth
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The Trees
by Philip Larkin
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.

2 comments:

Mo Crow said...

beautiful photo of the blue butterfly!

yvette said...

love this this feast how it is called doesn't matter