Metamorphosis

(Spring by Carl Larsson, 1853-1919, Swedish painter
and interior designer)

“And some say not that some existing things are moving, and not others, but that all things are in motion all the time, but that this escapes our perception.” ~ Aristotle, from his book Physics

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!

~ Mary Sarton (1912-1995), American poet, and writer of novels and memoirs