I came across this splendid poem by Philip Larkin today:
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.
Larkin’s poem struck me as absolutely perfect today. And it reminded me of something I wrote, inspired by my travels to Japan where I saw the spring cherry blossom or sakura.
From swollen joints,
Pink and white petals boom
The ancient are still young at heart.
“Today there is life and beauty.”
“Is that not enough?”
Light-hearted blossoms have no cares
Living the moment.
Within each day is a lifetime.