Language of Ferns

“Nature always speaks, if we have ears to listen.”

At dawn
I watched your fronds unfurl
in obediance to a filtered sun.
From stalks
savagely pruned in autumn
to enhance conformity…
order.

I wondered at your robust desire
to manifest a reborn,
green exuberance.
Cut down to the earth
then unfolding in celebration,
a sacred re-affirmation.
teaching…

In the stillness you spoke.
And I,
your rapt and humble pupil
listened.