“In summers golden warmth.
The fern unclasps bronze knuckles.
Letting loose its grip on the fronds within.
They unroll. Natures green spirals.
Rising from moist ground.
To open a green crown
with a joyous fanfare
Of feathered intricacy.”
The ferns on the small slope behind our house are lovely this year. With so much rain, and more to come, the ferns are lush and green and evoke childhood memories of pretending to be in a fairyland.