Ferns

Fern

Winter

Coiled like snail shells, fronds hide underground beneath the canopy of trees.

Spring

Warmed by filtered sun, bathed by dripping leaves, soft coils rise.

Summer

Green banners unfurl, staking claim to the forest floor.

Fall

Disappearance begins, fronds bow low in a final curtain call before the cold.

The idea for this poem came to me as I was separating and transplanting a mature fern. After removing it from the container I saw theĀ nascent fronds coiled below the surface looking like so many snails. This made me think of the life-cycle the plant would move through during the coming year.

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