Thanks to Chesterfield Writers' Circle for hosting a fruitful and inspiring 'Poetry from Scratch' workshop last week. Several of us were quoting 'The Trees' by Philip Larkin, so here it is, read by the poet himself. There's an aura of light green around the silver birches outside my window. The moment before the moment described by Larkin, perhaps, but despite the snow last weekend (still visible on the Derbyshire hills) we're on the tipping point into spring.
Photo: Chesterfield's twisting spire