“The way I exercise — no wonder — today I have lower back pain”
“All the time we forget — we’re not a tree — or a cool breeze — A hard rain is supposed to fall today — The Season started early and never went away”
“I respect poets who want to be reborn as ‘tree’ — A landscape of Being worth striving for”
“The sap has a harder time rising this season — its harder to read as I did last season — body sprawled — unmoving — sometimes I didn’t move my trunk except for meals — my twigs gently moving leaves”
“I could spend several lifetimes mapping the topography of your thoughts and feelings”
“Sometimes we forget we’re a tree — bearing witness to whole worlds living and dying — we believe we’re a mammal scurrying — accomplishing — doing”
“Today we are busy — tomorrow we rest”
Hope ya’all take the time to remember your treeness today.
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.
-Philip Larkin