Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It's in the air...

Something to look forward to... t'is the season!

METAMORPHOSIS

Always it happens when we are not there —
The tree leaps up alive into the air,
Small open parasols of Chinese green
Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen
The latch sprung, the bud as it burst?
Spring always manages to get there first.

Lovers of wind, who will have been aware
Of a faint stirring in the empty air,
Look up one day through a dissolving screen
To find no star, but this multiplied green,
Shadow on shadow, singing sweet and clear.
Listen, lovers of wind, the leaves are here.


May Sarton

2 comments:

Steph said...

That's beautiful. Thank you.

Sis
xox

Steve Harper said...

I agree with Steph. Thanks for sharing!

Ripple On!!!

Steve