Just over here thinking about our inevitable deaths and how the endless cycle of nature can be a comfort. This is by Laura Gilpin, from “Life and Death (for Burnett, 1945-1971)”.



The things I know:
how the living go on living
and how the dead go on living with them
So that in a forest
even a dead tree casts a shadow
and the leaves fall one by one
and the branches break in the wind
and the bark peels off slowly
and the trunk cracks
and the rain seeps in through the cracks
and the trunk falls to the ground
and the moss covers it

and in the spring the rabbits find it
and build their nest inside
and their young will live safely
and have their young
inside the dead tree
So that nothing is wasted in nature
or in love.