Language of Ferns

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

      Language of ferns - Stormwolf

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.


 

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sweetwater

Totally drawn in to this beautiful poem, I could feel, see and almost touch those ferns, wonderfully atmospheric. Sue. X

franciman

Hi Alison,
What’s not to like? Makes me wish I was more in tune with nature, to be honest. I get the impression that this is all accompanied by a loud silence, if you get my drift? I reckon unfurl, would work better than unfurling…
Cheers,
Jim x

ifyouplease

great ending lines well written piece
xx

featheredwing

Loved those lines:
At dawn
I watched your fronds unfurl
in obedience to a filtered sun.

Some beautiful use of metaphors and very much enjoyed reading.

Featheredwing.