by Kathleen Raine
Change
Said the sun to the moon,
You cannot stay.
Change
Says the moon to the waters,
All is flowing.
Change
Says the fields to the grass,
Seed-times and harvest,
Chaff and grain.
You must change,
Said the worm to the bud,
Though not a rose.
Petals fade
That wings may rise
Borne on the wind.
You are changing
Said death to the maiden, your wan face
To memory, to beauty
Are you ready to change?
Says the thought to the heart, to let her pass
All your life long
For the unknown, the unborn
In the alchemy
Of the world's dream?
You will change,
Says the stars to the sun,
Says the night to the stars.
Robin's Nest 