Spring, as the first rays fall on frozen ground
The dew glistening in the early morning sun
And below ground the green curl begins
As heat from the astronomers source
Penetrates the distant land
The budding fern begins her journey
Long fallen autumnal foliage
Settled over winter under snow
Degraded now, brings new life
Nurture the ground, replenishing
Restoring natures balance to the soil
For new life to spring as the seasons forge ahead
The summer showers to moisten and some
The thirsts of long sun-soaked days
Restoring, verdant and texture as fronds unfurl
To sway in autumnal breezes, as earth cools
Damp in the air denotes the coming fall
Mists lay on meadows as nights draw in
Finally the green fades, dried and darker
Winter wind flurries and rustles the tendrils
All visible growth now returning to earth
Yet as the winter rages, snow and ice
Below the soil the fern she waits, patiently
Until the sun once more penetrates the soil in spring.
For you, my lover and my friend,
this Maiden made of light green hair,
feathered fronds of fan-shaped leaves,
and fineness of its thin, dark stems.
Famed maiden-name of maidenhood
is formed in misty woodland wood.
I would you have this gift so green
I found along a rippling stream
to shade your face in summer's heat,
or place in vase with Queen Anne's Lace.
The I.C.E. Charades
Fern refuses to thaw Minnesota's ICEy glades
While three million pages expunge during harsh raids
Leering predatory smiles
at redacted Epstein files
Evidence held, elite absolved, absurd charades!
Although its reviews mixed and complementary
It was more a confusing than tenet documentary
Immigrant Melania
shipped back to Slovenia?
Away from the creepster Trump penitentiary
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Snowdrifts swallow streets~
the city holds its breath,
counting cracks in ice.
Somewhere, a radiator sings
of warmth we'd almost forgotten.
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Fern's frozen fingers
scrape the eaves, each gust a hymn~
a banshee howling.
the powerlines hum low grief,
while snow-blind streets hold their breath.
In shadowed hollows where sunrays belay,
There I live—a seedless form that's clinging.
No scent embellishes my cold display.
Though in quietude, my soul's still singing.
My deep yearning in this gentle despair—
To bloom like a wild and fragrant flower,
To feel the sun's kiss and the placid air,
And bask in nature's resplendent shower.
Still, my fragile hope serenely abides
And my dream lies on my dampened presence.
Yet through the night, a strength within me strides
Unseen, while the world's in deep quiescence.
Perhaps this form keeps me truly unique;
A fern that's unlike other plants they've known.
Hence, my soul still stands vibrant at its peak:
Like a cryptogam, stemless yet I've grown.
(A Pensee Poem Form Used)
a fern
asparagus
created by our Savior
for human's food, birds' food, beauty
perfection in nature
Doctor’s office
The fern in the corner is plastic
They couldn’t afford silk?
There is nothing refreshing about it
There is a candy jar
The old guy has been up there six times
I know because he brings the wrapper to me
I am sitting next to the wastepaper basket
That fern is disturbing
Anything that ugly should not be shared
I would be doing them a solid
If I put it into the wastepaper basket with these wrappers
I run through the fields,
Dirt on my feet,
Grass between my toes,
And the wind in my face.
I want adventure,
As I climb the tallest tree.
The new leaves are fresh,
They match the grass,
The birds,
The liveliness of the world.
I look out
On to the world,
Never knowing
What will be next.
I refuse to look down,
Scared of the fall,
Scared of the failure.
A bird chirps
From the branch behind me,
And I smile,
Knowing someone is
Looking out for me.
The world may be strange,
A new adventure,
A new feeling,
New people, new words.
But the grass tickles
My toes, the dandelions
Blowing in the wind.
New life is always
Growing,
Never leaving anyone behind.
The world stands still,
As I stand beneath the tree.
The bird chirps again,
And I feel at peace.
The world is out
In front of me, and
I know to never let go.
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Her soul burnt and torn
Scars on her skin
Carried wounds engraved
Trust, her sin
So were snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom from her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Silence crept loud
In the woods still stern
Moon upturns
Summoning weeping clouds
Tears unfolden
The woven maze
Outside the haze,
Lies a fern pretty golden
Threads, now vines
Adored her bruises
Illusion's penchant to divine's
Were flood sailed cruises
Time passed by,
Venom decays
Has been watching the sky
The fern now sways
Close up, seeing it, it looks nothing like the object that it is.
Why does the microscope show the minuscule imperfections of objects?
I guess when things are magnified, you can see the individual disfigurements,
the atoms, molecules, bacteria, that are out of place.
But in a way, these slight quirks form originality and beauty.
In the same way that every snowflake is unique, every Leatherleaf fern
is different, even if they have the same chemical composition.
One electron out of place. One less proton. That's all it takes.
Every spike of the fern, every vein in the leaf, is the only one like it.
The forest was in awe of the newcomer
She was a faerie type we had never seen
Being nocturnal, owls missed it, being asleep
Oaks were stretching their necks to get a peek
What is she? A princess? A faerie? A beauty for sure.
The unicorn is being led by her, and unicorns are pure.
We watched her advance, and a willow clued us in.
She is a unicorn fern walker, wise willow whispered in the din.
We had heard of such creatures but had never seen one before.
They made their way softly, barely crunching the stuff on the forest floor.
Where are they going? We asked, hoping she would stop to chat.
Both creatures disappeared without warning, right after that.
one boy, two dogs; together, they define the beautiful in dreaming
feathered fernery
paradisiacal pose ~
tropical très chic
fine new fernery
two forgotten dahlias
innocently bud
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