for between the Abbey Vale cricket grounds and the river, a tree has fallen

and shortly afterward a neighbouring tree also fell. Their roots shared the same ground. They leaned together through many a cold winter. They fell together just before leafy spring.

Nearby the daffodils are still in flower

and everything is alright with the world. As Auden might have put it:

“… In Abingdon’s Rookery for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; as two trees fall
The daffodils dance gayly on, hardly noticing a momentary shudder,…”