Where there was only grey, and brownish grey,
And greyish brown against the white
Of fallen snow at twilight in the winter woods,
Now an uncanny flamelike thing, black
and sulphur-yellow, as if it were dreamed by Audubon,
Is turned upside down in a delicate cascade
Of new green leaves, feeding on whatever mites
Or small white spiders haunt underleafs at stem end.
A magnolia warbler, to give the thing a name.
The other name we give this overmuch of appetite
And beauty unconscious of itself is life.
-Robert Hass, from ‘The Woods In New Jersey‘