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.
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The round-up this week is being hosted by the one, the only, the incredible Jama Rattigan at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
11 comments:
I like the repetition in the last line...it does bring the mood of the poem up. Beautiful. And, a good one to listen to.
I love this, Karen, & "is written down in rings of grain", a beautiful way of seeing! What poets do for us, right? Thank you!
Oh,lovely! And surprising by poem's end. I feel better now (and our trees have finally gotten back all their leaves).
You are so right: one must hear the whole poem read. This one is going in my common place notebook. The line "Like something being said" stood out to me because in "Spring," a poem I drafted this week, I wrote of flowers speaking: "Each leaf, each blossom speaks / a language that transcends / my mortal words."
This is in my collection of poems about Spring, but I, weirdly, like the grief connection, too. Every change of season has its joys and griefs.
Afresh, afresh, afresh. Not always easy, but I'm glad to get the opportunity, year after year!
Those first two lines really grabbed me--that hint of something almost there...Our trees are just beginning to bud out and that fragile new shade of green is everywhere. That color alone says "afresh, afresh, afresh!"
Lovely. The trees have so much to say...they also say "bend in the wind" and "lean to the light" and "brace yourself" -- all good advice.
I love listening to him read this poem after reading it to myself a couple of times.
I will try to keep his admonition in my ear, "begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
(Thank you for this site, too -- how did I not know it???)
I love the mix of hope and grief in this poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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