Friday, May 6, 2011

Leaves are Here



Metamorphosis

by May Sarton

Always it happens when we are not there —
The tree leaps up alive in 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.


I've been waiting for weeks for the leaves to be here. 

May Sarton's poem about spring expresses this perfectly. 
Spring and the leaves have kept everyone waiting
for a very long stretch this year,
in this area of New Brunswick. 

Finally the leaves are here and the world is greening.




To learn more about May Sarton, click here.  These photos are mine.

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