Monday, 4 November 2013

Day 472: Trees Cannot Name the Seasons

We don't need to know the ins and outs of everything going on around us. Let's not dwell in the bleakness and barreness. Only  know that it is all a part of nature's cycle. And that sometimes what we call 'winter' is what the trees call 'hibernation' - rest, recuperation, revival.

Trees Cannot Name the Seasons - Roger McGough

Trees cannot name the seasons
Nor flowers tell the time.
But when the sun shines
And they are charged with light,
They take a day-long breath.
What we call 'night'
Is their soft exhalation.

And when joints creak yet again
And the dead skin of leaves falls,
Trees don’t complain
Nor mourn the passing of the hours.
What we call 'winter'
Is simply hibernation.

And as continuation
Comes to them as no surprise,
They feel no need
To divide and itemize.
Nature has never needed reasons
For flowers to tell the time
Or trees put a name to seasons.

1 comment:

  1. This is wonderful, I like how it explores the inevitability of nature and the way it sort of defies understanding, but we cherish its beauty anyway!


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