All is flowing

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-time and harvest,

Chaff and grain.

You must change

Said the worm to the bud,

Though not to 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?

Kathleen Raine

December, (greenbelt disaster) oil & aluminum on canvas, 24x48in, 2012

This is another painting for the upcoming February show: This land is OUR Land: The Greenbelt Dichotomy. More on that later, although I must admit - am presently frazzled and a wee bit terrified...