From Witness Wednesday: Trees

Recipe for popcorn worship: a good meaty 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.

 

  • “The Trees” by Phillip Larkin

4.6 hours of sleep.

Reality check: going to QM is unfeasible. I will save a rant for another time. Or maybe not.

Which device and which trip planning needs will I take to events tomorrow and Friday?

and which devices?

STAY TUNED.

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