METAMORPHOSES
Stars and stones,
insects and animals,
everything undergoes change.
After long winter,
the dreaming bear stirs,
and the world is green.
The rotted stump,
uncovered from the snows,
thrums with the industry of living.
We grow old.
We grow old together.
We persevere.
What else really matters?
Location:Metamorphoses
Nice! The dreaming bear, the "thrum"--the last line--lovely!
ReplyDeleteLove the dreaming bear image and the sound of life as it thrums.
ReplyDeleteNothing else matters...live, love, celebrate spring :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, we do need to remember sometimes...
ReplyDeleteAnd the bear and the third stanza are very good, so I'll say so too.