METAMORPHOSIS

This poem seemed appropriate today as i felt good enough to go out to lunch - although quite tired .... the back and leg pain is really strong and tylenol just doesn't help it....i may have to try pain meds again.....
I meet with the radiology oncologist tomorrow to talk about how the next path on this journey might work....

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!