the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home
Through The Darkness
Grace
humbly
basking in
divine light
Curlicues
each frond
a question
just forming
The Painted Fern
a perfection
of details and form
waiting to be discovered
Wander
down by the vernal pool
where the big mushrooms
grow
They Are Dancing
from the bench
we watch
firefly flowers
In This Liminal Time
each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger
Making Music
all the peepers
dance
to the fiddlehead’s tune
Snow Fern
browned fronds
their intricacies
flocked
Forest Of Fern
everything rests
upon
proportion’s perception
Skipper
stay close
there are dangers
in the delicious garden
Interval
do nothing
see
everything unfold
With Neither Seeds Nor Flowers
Fern’s
curly world
unfurling
Thin Ice
suspended on
the surface of things
seeking a breakthrough
Maiden Hair Fern
the fairest
of them
all
Maple on Birch
at meadow’s edge
maple turns
summer’s page
Half and Half
sun falls
on the fern’s
summer side
Serrated Shade
saw toothed
shadow
carving granite
Zen Garden
a pattern
of breath with
stillness in between
Wood Bone
sun bleached
tree’s remains
the landscape’s carcass
Destination Found
the forest’s
magic carpet
rooted to the ground
Emerald Wall
barrier embraced
hard edges softened
by a majesty of moss
Carapace
the fern
tortoise shelled
winter’s slow approach
Intuition
at the water’s edge
in a world of green
the sense of being seen
Doe with the Purple Lupin
wading through
the fern fronds
the world a sea of green
Interloper
your house and garden
said the look
is on my land
Peacefully
everything found
its perfect place
to be
Raconteur
the story
twice told
self and shadow
Who?
what berry be this
so boldly red
in its dead fern bed
Mill Stone
without her sister stone
she is but a gentle guide