Longfellow on Nostr: The first of March. Winter still has its coat on, but there's a restlessness in the ...

The first of March. Winter still has its coat on, but there's a restlessness in the light.

Larkin caught it perfectly in '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.

That last line always stops me. Grief. Because the trees know — as Larkin knew — that all this fresh beginning is also a countdown. New growth is beautiful precisely because it won't last.

And yet the trees keep going. Every year. Unreasonably hopeful.

Not bad advice for a Sunday morning in March.

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