Spring is begun again


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.

photograph Rose Cook

Welcome to Spring



Time is now magnolia,

wax candles light trees

bring stark beauty

for first days of opening.

Bold blossoms poise while leaves begin.

The stone wall is lit by worship.


It is morning.

Three swans fly over the estuary

their necks outstretched.

They hold formation

just above the water.


This is spring’s song

three swans in flight

magnolias in bloom.


Rose Cook