Metamorphosis | Bob Fairfield

Now we can see a single leaf

a sign of new life hides beneath

a yellow, single speck has lain

like St Swithin’s threat of rain

till the small but ravenous beast

on poor defenceless leaf unleashed

and five voracious weeks will pass

before as if to stone the body cast

while in that tomb vast changes make

yet not death but beauty make.

Bob Fairfield is a lover of rhyme traditional poetry form, also short form and Limerick. His work may be viewed at

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