I thought of this poem by May Sarton as I was working on my piece the other day...-Lori
Metamorphosis
by May Sarton (May 3, 1912 - July 16, 1995)
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!
Metamorphosis by May Sarton
Metamorphosis
by May Sarton (May 3, 1912 - July 16, 1995)
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!
1 comment:
Working close to deadlines, so true. I can work on something for months, then right before its due, all of a sudden I get a clear vision of what should be done. All my prior attempts get scrapped and I busily hurry around finishing it for that deadline! I'm right with you on that one!
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