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?
Continued here. Philip Larkin's Collected Poems can be bought here.
This article available online at:
http://www.theatlantic.com/daily-dish/archive/2008/04/a-poem-for-earth-day/217743/
