Poem: “Between Jobs” by Rose Marie Berger

Jerry D. Greer
Jerry D. Greer

Between Jobs
by Rose Marie Berger

The woods along Rock Creek
are a wall of chartreuse green

shot through with redbud seams;
white dogwood blossoms stacked

in crystalline piles. In the middle,
a woodpecker.

Top-notch ablaze, back in black,
red-streaked along the cheek,

blue-beaked and pecking,
dadada dadada dadada – then flight

rending the woods,
ascreech in delight.

Rose Marie Berger, an associate editor at Sojourners, blogs at www.rosemarieberger.com. She’s the author of the forthcoming book Who Killed Donte Manning?: The Story of an American Neighborhood (Apprentice House,  April 2010).

“The Trees” by Philip Larkin

The Trees

981107154_5a5d90bf03The 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? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

The Collected Poems by Philip Larkin