Saturday, June 21, 2014

A Field of Ferns – v2

Above the bluff, the scar,
the clear-cut of the power lines,
where the deer come to graze
a forest of pine opens
to the north, an expanse
Surrounded by conifers,
a field of ferns, rising on sturdy
erect stalks, broad leaves
to drink the shafts of light
falling briefly, through the canopy
The tall mast pines, straight and true
red-brown needles, a carpet between
the ferns, the regal trees, an evenness
of surface, a short pile rug
across the whole expanse;
Green ferns, red-brown needles,
green-brown trunks, bright green needles
above, reaching to blue sky
the arc of the dome.

edited June 21, 2014
A Field of Ferns – v2
August 31, 2006 9:30am
A Field of Ferns

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