Young Orchard by Richard Wilbur
As fate would have it, my poetry pal sent me some new poems, which arrived today. I’m always amazed by Richard Wilbur’s descriptive power in a relatively small number of words.
Young Orchard
By Richard Wilbur
These trees came to stay.
Planted at intervals of
Thirty feet each way,
Each one stands alone
Where it is to live and die.
Still, when they are grown
To full size, these trees
Will blend their crowns, and hum with
Meditating bees.
Meanwhile, see how they
Rise against their rootedness
On a gusty day,
Nodding one and all
To one another, as they
Rise again and fall,
Swept by flutterings
So that they appear a great
Consort of sweet strings.
