Feeling bad, stuck inside. Looking at the mystery tree — I’m not sure what kind it is.
“Thus oft the hour of parting seems more vivid than a sweet reunion”
Ernst Halberstadt, “Commonwealth Avenue between Arlington and Berkeley Streets” (1973)
The season’s final blossoms bring
More dear delight than buds of spring.
They stir in us a live communion
Of sorrowfully poignant dreams.
Thus oft the hour of parting seems
More vivid than a sweet reunion.