Poetry: Metamorphosis

Meta­mor­pho­sis –May Sar­ton 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…

Begin typing your search term above and press enter to search. Press ESC to cancel.

Back To Top