Hello? HELLO?This poem seemed appropriate, given my absence from the blogging stage for such a silly amount of time. The final line but one reminds me of Larkin's "Something is pushing them to the side of their own lives" ... real life often gets in the way...
I guess that would be a decent excuse for my absence. In reality, however, I'm just really lazy...
In Your Absence by Judith Harris
Not yet summer,
but unseasonable heat
pries open the cherry tree.
It stands there stupefied,
in its sham, pink frills,
dense with early blooming.
Then, as afternoon cools
into more furtive winds,
I look up to see
a blizzard of petals
rushing the sky.
It is only April.
I can’t stop my own life
from hurrying by.
The moon, already pacing.
