Wednesday 25 April 2007

Apple Tree

Even this morning would be an improvement over the present.
I was in the garden then, surrounded by the hum of bees
and the Latin names of flowers, watching the early light
flash off the slanted windows of the greenhouse
and silver the limbs on the rows of dark hemlocks.

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.

From the poem "Nostalgia"
by Billy Collins

This and other poems
can be found at


  1. Beautiful took me down the memory lane....!

    Lovely pics...Merisi!!

  2. The pictures are fantastic, and you chose an appropriate poem by Billy Collins. His poems are very accessible!

  3. Is this from your garden? It looks beautiful. We are spending hours each afternoon out in the garden now. all the snow has melted and nature is bursting.

    The poem is beautiful. I might copy it one day :-)


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